A PILOT'S PRAYER
Lord, this B-29
is not mine...
tho' I'm the pilot
the ship is thine...
Into Your hands
I commit the crew...
for all eleven men
belong to You...
Down the runway
with a terrible roar...
Lord, lift our wings
and upward we soar...
Loaded to the hilt
with bombs galore...
sustain our ship
till we site the shore...
Lord, the awful flak
filling the cold sky...
wishes to kill us all
waiting for us to die...
Number one engine
is now aflame...
hit by exploding flak
this war's no game...
We've loosed our load
from ten thousand feet...
turned toward home
our mission to complete...
Only 1500 miles to fly
with number one engine out...
landing gear is stuck
leaving a landing in doubt...
Fuel is getting low
with still a thousand to go...
but there is little hope
of making it to Iwo...
Contact the Super Dumbo
give them our position...
prepare to ditch in the sea
Lord, You know our condition...
It will be by Your Strong Hand
that a U.S. sub can find us...
before we are lost at sea
all we have to do is to trust...
The ditching went well
and eleven men are spared...
it is evident that prayer is real
and that God is One Who cared...
Just three hours afloat
and up rises our submarine...
faith is a real substance
the evidence of things not seen...
Thank You Lord
for all that You have done...
in the saving of our crew
by the hands of Your dear Son...