If I died tomorrow,
I’d worry not for me.
But for those I left behind,
My work not done you see.

In my mind still working,
Though the Lord has called me home.
My family and friends,
still on earth to roam.

I know they’ve heard the gospel,
some of them reject.
The gracious gift You’ve given,
so little time is left.

I know I shouldn’t worry,
for You have told me so.
The good news they have heard,
I pray for their lost souls.