Heavens gates swung gently open. The Master called softly, "come", And you,dear one, took the Master's hand. And your work on earth was done. We'll never cease to miss you, And shed many silent tears, Because we cannot share with you Our hopes,ourjoys,our fears. Because we cannot share with you Our hopes,our joys,our fears. But one day,in God's garden, When the Master calls us to come. You'll be at the gates with open arms And say to us, "Welcome" Home!