When I have fears that I may cease to be...
I look at the faces that have come past me
They are young, they are old
But they all had stories that they told.

When I have fears that I may cease to be..
I look up in wonder at the magnificence and power of thee.
I see your omnipotent hand in every bud, every flower, every tree
And I am assured that your grace is with me.

When I have fears that I may cease to be..
I remember that bud, that flower, that tree..
Yes, they cease, but only for a bit
Because the cycles of life require time to commit

When I have fears that I may cease to be...
I recall the generations that have gone before me.
I accept that they have left footprints for me to follow
And hope that the steps I leave will prove useful tomorrow.