The Gates of God are always open,
He's always there to hear
Our every plea, our heart's mere quiver
Of worry or of fear.
He never shuts His gates at even,
They're always open wide
For every soul that needs a refuge,
There's always space inside.
The gates of God lead to a haven
Sweet with mercy and with grace,
And every soul who therein enters
Will find a perfect resting place.
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