An empty life, except for the miracles, an empty past, except for the hope. An empty future, unless I keep my eyes on the prize. Olam Haba, an expectation for tomorrow.
Promises made, commitment wanes; yet, grace avails my soul on the derech (path) towards freedom. Stuck in the mire, reaching out to Shomayim (Heaven). alone in my reverie, except for the Light from Above.
Carry me forward, into the sea of life, irrespective of the pursuit of the enemy behind me, flagging me down, trying to get me to turn back to the emptiness of fleeting pleasures.
Lift me up, above the graves of my past, resurrect the hope, the strength, and the resolve to serve You, regardless of the circumstances. Redeem our lives, as we cross into chayei olam.