John, my Lord.
My hands are floppy, for they are full of 5¼ inch floppy disks.
I shall read and write on each of them in your name.
May my floppy drive run error-free.
Blessed are the noises it makes, they feed my soul.
May the legacy programs stored on my floppies honor you.
I shall run them while singing the secret song.
I shall sing in rhythm to the sounds of my 5¼ inch drive.
Bless the floppies, let’em flop.