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SHE WILL MEET ME AT THE
GATE
The beautiful pond of My Pretty
Lotus now stands alone,
I am missing the one who nurtured
it but now she is gone,
The Lotus is still blooming, and the
moments still wind
But the rain is like tear drops, for
the one left behind.
The hot sun is waiting to take the
gar den’s beauty away,
The fond memories of my Lotus
are in my heart to stay,
She loved every flower even some
that were just weed,
So much love she had planted here
with each little seed.
But just like her pretty flowers she
was part of God’s plan,
So when it was her time to go he
took her to her new clan.
He looked through my garden and
searched for the best,
That was when he found My Lotus,
it was her time to rest.
It was hard for all those who
loved her, to just let her go,
God had a spot in his garden that
needed a gentle show
So when I started missing My
Pretty Lotus, I just had to wait,
When God has a spot in his
garden, She’ll meet me at the
gate.