The LSO's Prayer
He maketh me land on grey runways:
He waveth me off rough waters, he restoreth my confidence
He leadeth me to safe landing for his name's sake
Yea, though I come stalling into the groove at sixty knots, I shall fear no evil, for thou art with me - thy word and thy paddles, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a deck before me in the presence of mine enemies, thou attacheth my hook to a wire; my deckspace runneth over.
Surely, safety and caution shall follow me all my days in the fleet, and I will dwell in a fool's paradise forever.
(Author unknown; photo courtesy of Kenneth E. Davidson)