Audio by Bill Shaw

So many of us are scared Lord

Death is never far from our minds

We worry for our loved ones

The elderly, the frail, the vulnerable

If we are honest Lord, we worry for ourselves

Bring us in to your sheepfold Lord

Circle us with your love

Be the gate that keeps harm away

Teach us to lean on you

Let us rest our head's on your breast

And be calmed by the beat of your heart