The woman walks up the golden staircase
She gazes at the throne in front of her
She falls to her knees, bowing low
She doesn’t feel scared
She feels happy

“Welcome home, daughter,” she hears a voice call from the throne
She lifts her head up and gazes at the Person sitting on the throne

His face is shining brighter than the sun
He is clothed in a robe of gold
He looks stern, yet gentle
She feels afraid, but a good afraid
She smiles at Him
He smiles back

“Rise, daughter,” He summons with a smile
She slowly gets up
He stretches out His hand to her and she takes it
He leads her into the city
The woman gasps

She sees
Streets made of gold
She sees
Loved ones whom she hasn’t seen in ages

“This is your new home,” He tenderly adds
He lets go of her hand and smiles at her
The woman smiles and runs into the arms of her loved ones

She knows
she is home

She knows
this is where she belongs

She knows
this is the place she has been waiting and longing to come to for her entire life

She knows
everything will be okay

Holding her loved ones’ hands,
She and everyone else praise the Lord