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To those who stumbled and those who fell,
these gates remain open.
To those crushed beneath the heel
and those who push
until they crack their fragile shell,
these gates are forever open.

For those who pray in prison cells,
to drunkards everywhere
who ring church bells
but greet the morning with their tears,
these gates are flung wide open.

To all whose tune is a rattling chain
to all whose hell is living well
and for everyone who fears themselves
these gates are always open.

For you whose days have never changed
and different notes are out of range
For you who strain
to hear the strings of heavenly violins
and dance before the song begins;
for all your sins, these gates stay open.

For all those without a bed,
for all who see a lover wed
with broken hearts that turn to lead;
I hear your heavy tread,
and the gates stay open.

The gates will always open
and I’ll call and guide you through,
for I live among the broken.

(Source: mothernaturenetwork)