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 booming voice whisper 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 robes of gold 

He looks stern, yet gentle

She feels afraid but a good afraid 

She smiles at Him 

He smiles back 

“Rise, Daughter,” He whispers with a smile  

She slowly gets up 

He stretches out His hand to her and she takes it 

He gets up and He leads her into the city 

The women gasps 

She sees streets made of gold 

She sees loved ones that she hasn’t seen in ages 

“This is your new home,” He tenderly says 

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 were 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