Blue Angels, Blue Angels, what is meant
flying helmut to helmut by one consent?
A metaphor of Zephaniah 3:9?
How do I learn to get in line?
Am I under the Father
or is He under me?
Do I receive the blue of eternity?
Are these questions from you
or they coming from me?
Blue Angels, Blue Angels, I now know
that to get in line let the Father show.
It's his lap, the lap of luxury.
By his hug is it revealed to me.