Thank You for one more day,
One more day to awaken the dawn with worship.
One more span of sun rise to set
When I pour out my heart to You,
To listen with my inner ears to Your whispers,
To pray with all the experience of my eighty-four years.
Not a moment is wasted.
My body may be stooped from age—
Frail from fasting—
But my spirit is mighty.
I carry with me a powerful presence
That changes the very atmosphere,
For even at night
My worship does not wane.
The Ruach HaKodesh, the holiest of spirits,
Dances between my dreams and waking moments.
There is not longer any separation from You.
I never leave the temple,
Never leave Your side.
Prophetess they call me,
But You call me friend.
(based on Luke 2)