One day, mama will enter through those the pearly gates of gold
Into heaven and all its splendor as the scriptures have foretold
The angels will see her coming and they’ll run to her and cheer
They’ll lead her to the Throne of Grace and say “Look, Joanna’s here.”
God will look up from his work, on his face they’ll be a smile
“Girl, come sit down next to me”, he’ll say. “Let’s talk a little while.”
Let’s take some time and review your life and all that you have done
Let’s recount all of the battles that I’ve fought for you and won.
I formed you in your mother’s womb and gave you your first breath
I watched you grow and protected you from an untimely death
As a child, you and your twin sister had to struggle to survive
It was me who whispered in your ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll provide.
At school, you loved to do your work; you took it seriously
And I gifted you especially for math and Chemistry
You wanted to become a nurse, but instead became a wife
I blessed your union and over time you began to birth new life
Your duties as a wife and mom became your new career
And you served your family faithfully each and every year.
You trained your children and taught them to obey the “Golden Rule”
And every week you took them to church and Sunday School
When your family needed money, you helped and went to work
You used your skills and took a job as a library clerk
But then your husband, Richard, died and that was such a blow
You fell into a deep, dark place; your heart had sunk so low
But there’s no place where you can go where I am not there, too
The darkness is as light to me and I have perfect view
I was there, I saw your tears and heard your painful groans
It was me who whispered in your ear, “You are not alone.
I helped renew your courage and you again began to run,
the race that I ordained for you and that you had begun
You finished raising your young girls; got remarried to a chef
The two of you looked forward to the years that you had left
Your children, now, had children and you were blessed to see
Another generation and grow your family tree
Some grands you helped to raise and rear; helped others when in need,
But you shared your love with all of them and in their lives sowed seeds
Then, as time would have it, your sweet, twin sister died
You said goodbye to your best friend and once again you cried
But life continued to move on; you explored a new frontier
And at the age of 65, you started your school career
At school, you served the children and the teachers, too
And help them with their lessons and all they have to do
You loved the work you did each day, but I know that you got tired
And many days you wondered if you ever would retire
Again, you lost a husband. now, you were widowed twice.
The future seemed so lonely, you needed some advice.
You asked, “What lies ahead? What will my life now be?”
“Don’t worry about tomorrow,” I said. “I’m your sufficiency.”
So you went about the business of completing final tasks
And faithfully you did them well, each thing that I had asked
And just like at the first, I was there for your last breath
It was me who whispered in your ear, “Don’t be afraid of death.
When God was finished with his talk, he took mama by the hand
And He gave her a personal tour around the Promise Land
They walked along an avenue, then down a tree-lined street
And came upon a mansion and there they made entry
Once inside the house they saw people everywhere
It was a huge celebration; a real upscale affair.
There was music, lots of food, that’s good, ‘cause mama loves to eat
God said, “Come here, Joanna. There’s some people you should meet.”
At first, she didn’t see them, she didn’t recognize
The outline of their faces, but then she saw their eyes
It was auntie and my grandma and then my father, too
They hugged and cried, and then they said, “We’ve been waiting here for you.”
They talked and laughed for quite some time, but then got up to leave
“Where are you going,”? Mama said. “Take me with you, please.”
Then God said, This house is yours. These people are just guests.
Come, relax, and sit down and enjoy your well-earned rest.
Remember how on Earth you said that you wanted a retreat–
How you were sick and tired of having to work all week.?
Well, this is it. Here you are. You have finally arrived.
And I’m giving you a chauffeur, cause I know you hate to drive.
Well done, my good and faithful servant. Today, new life begins.
No more struggles. You’re home at last. Now, come and enter in.