Windows

On a moving sliver thirty stories high
beside a wall of endless glass
came time to rest and set for lunch
and watch the nearby clouds float pass

And on that beam sat two types of men
it's strange but never was another
the heathens gathered far to the right
the others far left with their kindred brothers

The heathens sat down quick and easy
opened their boxes with bread, meat and beer
they talked of sports and cars and women
looked out at the vastness without a fear

The brothers gave thanks for what they had
ate, then bowed each one's head to pray
the request was the same in that little haven
Lord once more let me make it down today

When hearing this story I thought it strange
cause brothers should not be living in fear
then remembered of praying each and every day
for Him to protect and keep me near

And while there is no sting with death
there still is much in this world for me
and I don't need a crazy wind or driver
to toss me out where I cannot see

But I know the One who fixes the currents
Who judges the hopes and the hearts of men
Who sees all things with infinite wisdom
and will lead me down safe once again