As we clasp our hands in prayer
Before our brother takes to the air,
As he soon heads off to a different land
We hope that he is protected in your mighty hand.
We pray that he is graced with a peaceful flight
As he sails quitely though the day and night,
And when he lands on foreign ground
We also pray that he lands both safe and sound.
When he is on that faraway and different shore
As the land, and the food, he will enjoy and explore,
We hope that he will relish his needed getaway
As again we clasp our hands together and pray.
And Lord, one more prayer we would like to utter
Before apologizes and regrets he begins to mutter,
As he walks alone down the Royal Mile, or Princess street
We all pray that a Scottish woman, he doesn't meet.
Randy L. McClave
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