Do I believe what I say of where I’m going?
Do I rejoice in the pain of getting old?
Do I long to meet the One who’s gone before me?
Do I cherish what I suffer on His road?
Do I really hope to from this flesh be parted?
Do I fear of missing out on earthly things?
Do I trust the everlasting work he's started,
Enough to live like death has lost its sting?
As time accelerates me towards my Maker,
As my youthful dreams outlast the time they’re given,
As creation will return to its Creator,
Lord, lead my heart to love my earthly end.