When I am gone will photos really be all that remain,
of who I was, the mark I left, for all my toil and pain?
Or will there be a legacy of righteousness and truth?
In writings, and in music, and in living, breathing proof?
Will my life then be reflected by the others whom I've touched,
for good or bad? significantly? or really not so much?
Has my presence made a shadow upon all eternity,
or has it been a waste of time that was mostly about me?
These thoughts I'm forced to ponder, as years and loved ones slip away,
knowing that my turn will come, and wondering what time may say?
Wondering if I'll leave a mark in Earth's ever changing sod,
and wondering if the mark I'll leave will reflect me, or God?
Perhaps because I'm wondering I'll think more before I speak,
and spend more time in worship, His precious face to seek!
Perhaps I'll be less eager to share my feelings, ill,
Perhaps I'll be far more intent on determining His will!
If I make a mark down here, I pray it isn't cheap or small -
If I can't impress the world for Him, then I have missed my call!
Oh let me live in such a way, that I am all aware,
of the mark I'm leaving on this world, of how much of HIM I share!
That when I'm gone, may they say of me, she left all to follow HIM!
And let the trail of those behind, shed star-dust tears on pathway dim,
So, on that day, when all will stand to receive the crown we've won,
May those who followed the mark I left down here, give Glory to the Son!