Glory In The Air

GLORY IN THE AIR

How great are his signs! --Daniel 4:3

You are ethereal. My faith is weak.
Just show me that You really are there--
An eagle, butterfly, a lightning streak,
Or just a shapely cloud up in the air.
The San Francisco ticket agent frowned.
I told my story: late, I rushed on plane,
I sat in only empty seat around,
My ticket Dallas/Boston, can’t explain.
The jet took off and turned and headed West?
I’m on the wrong plane! Out my window’s quite
A sight--the shadow of my plane, I’m impressed,
And round the plane a rainbow clear and bright.
“What do you think of it?” “I will not mince
My words, for it was just coincidence.”

Glory from the air