Last Wish

At times I wish I could pray All day. Start before seven, And finish after eleven. I can't of course. No one can. At times I wish I could study the Holy Books Without giving the clock a single look; Or contemplate His mysterious ways, Until I die--or the end of days. But I can't, of course. No one can. How often do I reflect On just the right phrase to inject Into my supplication For my people Israel, for my nation? Not often enough, I suspect. Not often enough. How often do I give proper thanks To Him to Whom all thanks are due? In deepest awe and gratitude For all the glorious things He doth do. Not often enough, I'm afraid. Not often enough. Have I shown enough Love to the One High Above? Have I walked in His ways throughout my livelong days? Do I always tremble before Him, Or do I frequently ignore Him? And must I end this rhyme With a plea for yet more time?