The aged woman is grateful for being given another day
She smiles as she lays her head upon her pillow and
Prepares her mind to enter into his presence, letting the
Days events fade, she enters into the holy of holy's
Troubles she'd had plenty but never forsaken, many
Be the miles she's leaned on him, He's carried
Her through fire, sheltered her in fierce tempest's
Made the mountains bow low, her path, he made straight
She thinks on the miracles He's wrought in her life
Recalling each one long into the night, she thanks him
Again, making known her petitions to Him this night
She begins to pour out her heart
I'm growing older, my feet now are slow, still there's
Work that I can do, to lift a heavy load, may I be of
Encouragement to those in valleys low, let me pray the
Prayer of faith, let your virtue through them flow
She's been a prayer warrior many a year, fighting the
Good fight of faith, by the blood of the Lamb and her
Testimony, that she pleased God, she has overcome
She prays long into the night, Imploring LORD, send me.