Jet Planes

Jet Planes

Jet plane, flying so high.

Magnificent streak across the sky.

Leaving a trail, white on blue.

For just a brief moment It feels so true.

I want to feel strong, important, and fast,

but just how long will that image last?

The plane is gone, its trail will fade

Like the grass that withers,

every blade.

There go I, but for God's grace,

leaving clear blue sky without a trace...

That is not an empty sky you see above,

it is filled with promise, 

God's steadfast love.

I don't need my image etched across His space, 

better to be engulfed, 

and to see His face. 

Psalm 103:15-17