The Traveler
He was flying out of Boston heading down to Houston
Part of his quarterly run one that he had so often done
And as he took his seat settling in with a slight grin
A load off of his feet and another big company win
Flying smoothly through the air and a cocktail in hand
Conditions were basically fair and soon they would land
Putting his seat slightly back and slightly resting his eyes
With everything so on track then suddenly there were loud cries
A sudden jolting dip and a seemingly complete loss of power
This once promising business trip could now be his last hour
Many were panic stricken, screaming, crying, and praying aloud
When the lights start flickering it is not the time to be proud
He seen everything before his eyes every moment of his life
In saying his last goodbyes he instinctively thought of his wife
He couldn't go, he had to stay, as he loudly cried out in pain
When suddenly he began to pray as his final moments wane
The plane pulled out of it, though many were never again the same
Not all I will admit but that business man who called out Our Lord's Name
He kept that promise he made that day 9:00am every Sunday morning
Saying the reason why I now pray is to thank God for His warning
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