Oh controller, who sits in tower
Hallowed be thy sector.
Thy traffic come, thy instructions be done
On the ground as they are in the air.
Give us this day our radar vectors,
And forgive us our TCA incursions
As we forgive those who cut us off on final.
And lead us not into adverse weather,
But deliver us our clearances.
Roger

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  1. I wrote this one a few years ago.

    A Pilot’s Psalm.

    The LORD is my supreme Controller,
    I shall not crash.
    2 He makes me to fly in clear skies;
    He leads me to quiet airfields.
    3 He restores my soul;
    He guides me around towering cumulus
    For His name’s sake.
    4 Even though I fly through severe thunderstorm activity,
    I fear nothing; for Thou art with me;
    Thy stormscope and Thy weather radar, they comfort me.
    5 Thou dost prepare a localizer and glideslope before me in the presence of low ceilings and turbulence;
    Thou hast kept the wind at my six;
    My fuel tank overflows.
    6 Surely SARSAT and Flight Following will follow me all the days of my life,
    And I will fly in the heavens of the LORD forever.

    Richard D. Goller, Jr.
    © 2004, 2012

  2. Don’t forget the immortal words of Captain H.M. “Howlin’ Mad” Murdock:

    Pilot’s Prayer.
    Oh, God, your sky is so big.
    My plane is so crummy.
    Please, don’t let me eat it.

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