Gosh

In church last night we sang a song that went:

When I'm caught up in the flood
And when I'm walking through the fire
Then I'll get down on my knees and I'll pray
And I'll remember the promise you made

And it rather annoyed me because, who would, in the right mind, when they're walking through a fire get down on their knees to pray. In fact who walks through a fire. You run through a fire. Of course you pray, but not kneeling in the middle of a burning house, or building, or furnace.

And if you're caught in a flood, it's kinda hard to get down on your knees while you're being swept down Main Street.

Oh well. I'll cope. I guess I just shouldn't think too much about what I'm singing.