Flight ©

The hand of God, the light of life
piercing darkest night
I see the light, the peace
His growing warmth
Reprieve my longing soul.
Be calm

Listen, hear the ghosts who long ago
crossed this godless plain
who lived to go
where others won't
to find their place on earth.
Be calm

Feel the silence
silence of the land
where earth and sky unite
consuming, cold wind, its bite
Forlorn, forgotten.
Be calm

To God's hand be delivered
Be calm my longing soul
Fear not the endless gloom
The end of endless space
will soon take hold of you.
Be calm.