Climbing the stairs
Dividing good from bad, to the golden door
Grasping the handle and pushing it open
Light surrounding everything, flashes of gold and silver.
Standing alone in a courtyard of glory, kneeling hands raised up
An arm around my shoulder lifting me
A smile so happy greats me.
Together we walk, people singing praises
Through arches of peace, love and kindness
We reach a castle, so grand with angels at each turret and music at each door.
Turning to me with a smile he says, you live in this home and are a part of this kingdom.
