B"H

Oct. 16th, 17th of Tishrei

Thirty one kings claimed
From the portion
From all lands
They knew of it's fortune
Yet it was a gift
Already claimed
And got reclaimed
It bore fruit
From the sun
And vegetables that grow
From the moon
Like cucumbers
And the land was overcome
Uncumbersome

I heard a language, a tongue
That I had not known
We are angels
Every single one
So though I don't understand
Your song, I hum along

Please don't count my sins
From the greatness of your mercy
As I am somewhat aware
Of the greatness of your strength

In the heart and on the heart
My brethren and friends
Pray with a loud voice
And a strong hand
Humble my spirit
Before every man
So I become better
And not slander their names
There is time to speak
And time for silence

Don't be indecent
Invest in what's right
The water drawing celebration
Had prophetic revelation
Revelation without end
The end of this era
Will be with Messiah
The end is rooted
In the beginning
And the first word of the Bible
Can mean two starts
The revelation
Will revolve

The water drawing ceremony
Was celebratory
Art, music, entertainment
And festival, rejoice
One who hasn't experienced it
Has not known joy in his life

I heard a language, a tongue
That I had not known
We are angels
Every single one
So though I don't understand
Your song, I hum along
With that angelic voice
That resounds

And I am stunned