Rightly take my praises Lord,
Justice demands Your glory be made known,
Enthroned upon my lowly lips admist,
The chorus of the stars and all that is,
So steer my heart along the path,
Lord guide me with your rod and staff,
Make me too an instrument of your peace.

The silence plummets,
With the arching dart,
Homing in a little to the left of where I thought to land a hit,
But alas a double eleven is struck,
Surely darts fly to my best interest,
Surely this sequential flying dream will pierce the-
Oh, I missed the board,
A joyous giggle resounds between friends.