Windows

On scaffolds ten stories high
beside a wall of glass
came time to rest and sit for lunch
and watch some clouds float past

And on that beam two types of men
strange but not another
the heathens gathered to the right
far left the kindred brothers

The heathens opened up their pails
grabbed bread with meat and beer
they talked of sports or cars and girls
looked out without a fear

The brothers thanked for what they had
bowed each one's head to pray
all asked the same on that small plank 
bring me down safe today

When hearing this I thought it strange
should brothers live in fear
then thought of praying every day
for Him to hold me near

And while there is no sting with death
I still have much to see
and I don't need a crazy wind
to toss my body free

I know the One who guides each step
whose there beside my glass
who gives me peace each time I ask
and holds my spirit fast