Miles of brilliant field lights
Invite the Airship in
The pilot hears a welcome voice
He knows he’s home again
Beside the sprawling runway
The lofty tower stands
Filled with gear and personnel
To meet the sky’s demands
Up in the busy tower
The controller sees a flash
And puts a plane in pattern
And, again, prevents a crash
Once, a welcome sight to grace
A lonely radar screen
A glowing dot of phosphor
Meant a plane was on the scene
But now the screens are bigger
With a swarm of tiny lights
Each one tagged to organize
The myriad of flights
They stack them up and spread them out
With keen and watchful eye
There is no room for oversight
Too many stand to die
They’re trained to work efficiently
Much stress, they understand
Although they go unnoticed
Our lives are in their hands
With constant vigil, sober mind,
They guard the airspace well
It’s their job to guide our course
With diligence and skill
I hope that God will hear my prayer
It’s stated simply, thus:
"Oh Lord, please guide these careful souls
As they watch over us!"
