Above the sounds of confusion,
screams, wails and praying clearly heard
The plane was going down in deadly conclusion
speech with thick tongue of fear slurred
Wide open fright, coming, the end of life
the passengers were told to brace
One already dead of heart attack
fire of the crash he would not have to face
All in panic except the saintly lady near the wall
said one "you have a lot of gall,
You're a christian. Why aren't you praying?
don't you understand we're all dying?"
The old saint just smiled and responded
in her eyes a faraway look to Whom she bonded
"I'll soon see His face Who saved me by grace"
"No need to now, for you see . . .
. . . I've already prayed.