I saw the eyes of God in the uncertain fate of man.
Suspended in the abyss of the unknown terror of oblivion;
Helpless.
Chained to this random sequence of events both large and small.
A prisoner of my own destiny flying blind into the clouds.
Anticipating and waiting, always waiting, for that moment when
We cease to be what we have always seemed to be.
And there is nothing we can do or say to avoid this day;
So we pray:
That the machine does not fail; that human weakness does not prevail;
That our eyes will surely open to greet the dawn of a brand new day.
And we give thanks to this best hope we call God,
When the fear of the moment subsides into mere guilty relief.
And we are grounded again on this good earth.