There’s a thick white line
Cutting through the beautiful deep blue sky
In the wake of a jet
Going up very high.

I heard it before I saw it
As it’s sound echoes from far above
I sure would love to be up there
Feeling closer to God’s Love.

But the white line is rapidly fading
And the jet’s quickly out of sight
The sky is now all blue again
With no sign of that line so white.

Most times it doesn’t disappear so quickly
Normally it slowly fades away
But now you’d never even know
That a jet flew overhead today.