Withstanding The Storm

The strain upon one’s fuselage in flight,
Is most when dive’s corrected, coming right
Up to a straight and level attitude,
With instruments and space correctly viewed.

These spins and dives are part of flying planes;
Some play with them, use rolls to entertain;
And pilots use manoeuvres in their fights,
But mostly they occur when things aren’t right.

Christ said, “Use bedrock for your building’s base,
For storms will surely come – prepare your place,
So having withstood all you still will stand,
As all the rest’s awash throughout the land.

Put that in terms of flying in our day –
Build solidly your aircraft in a way
Which can withstand the strain of spins, and rolls,
And dives, so you don’t end up in a hole.

The only way to know if it will hold,
Is flying – little tests as we grow bold –
Until we gain familiarity
With what the plane can do when flown by me.

We’ve built the first part solid as a rock;
We’re into second phase, right on the clock;
The first part’s over, best is yet to come;
The dive has ended, rise has just begun.

Although it feels the worst, it’s on the mend;
As we pull up, no longer we descend;
Nine G’s indeed of pressure’s on our pants,
No mind – when this is through it’s then we’ll dance.

For job well done is time to celebrate;
When pulling G’s we think, “Can hardly wait”,
But we’ve some work to do ’fore level flight –
That’s hold the course ’till things come out all right.

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