I like how you pray. br br You just stop br br Wherever you are, br br At any point in the battle, br br And calmly pull br br Heaven down around you br br Like a cloak that br br Becomes a fort. br br The angels, br br Your sentries, br br Take their posts. br br br br I pray too, br br But on the run. br br I can't seem to stop br br And hunker down. br br Alway breathless from br br Another foray. My faith br br Threadbare and flapping br br Behind me as I br br Zigzag through br br Open country.