over canceled flights,
over a flight that went
twenty miles away
because the were low on fuel
and could circle no longer,
over the plane you finally got on
from the standby list
that loads then empties
because the door won't close...
you're powerless, waiting for others,
willing but at the mercies of fate...
Powerless, waiting for the power that is
to direct you, to set the parameters.
We're on standby for God, knowing our will
will not, cannot, control. Saying, "Let me know your will
and give me the power to do my part,
the courage to do what I can, the serenity to accept,
and wisdom to know it's okay, we're safe,
and we can be content
whatever happens!
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