Many the smile that seduced Him
Down many a mile that’s reduced Him
Few are the scribes that’s deduced Him
Tho’ many’s the wive’s tale that reclused Him
Few be the fellows that’s produced Him
And none the martyr’s that’s induced Him
To follow a way that’s refused Him
I’d rather be blind than see in your world
I’d rather be kind than part of your fold
I’d rather be broke than made in your mold
The Saviour’s true tale has yet to be told
Though many’s the time it’s come to pass and unfold
The teller’s tongue and the writer’s quill were both bought with gold
And even all they who stood forth bold and retold, were naught but for the buyer and seller resold
And when any came to know Him, all were too old
To care or to dare to be part of His fold
And thus stood only Pilate, a judge who stood and said, “Lo and behold; No greater sin did he commit than anyone else and before or since none’s returned to his G-d for what else? I’m no Jew, but you do what you like with this thing-some call him criminal, others call him King. He wears no crown, but this thorn made ring.”
And all at once, all the murderer’s sing,
“Crucify! Crucify; Away with this lie!”
And so away He did go
In shackles and chains
Bearing the people’s hatred and disdain
Though it never did leave them not when He were dead nor risen…
The curse remained forever in prison
And may never escape till they return
His cloak, coat and crown
And agree to live peaceful in the world’s only Hometown
Zion will be blest when the best and the worst
Have confessed what they’ve done
Throughout all time and ages
To all saints and all sages
They cannot escape otherwise
Remain fallen angels that lost first estate
There’s no freedom in Hell
Tho’ many’s the privilege they take
They are without all true Unity
And their divinity’s fake
How long will it be
They’re advised by a snake?
If they’d turn to the L-RD
The whole world He’d remake
He hath plead and hath bled
He will not forsake
The Way or His Chosen
They all remain frozen
Unable to make
A free choice or decision
Their claim is derision
Of all that makes free
They absolutely refuse Divine Liberty
All the world’s a ruse
A stage for nothing but gore
Any day of the week
One’s better off to ignore
It’s boasts, threats, opinions and promises
Galore
It’s not but an old wretched, bleeding dead whore
At its best poised to kill for the thrill it’s undue
At its worst filled with swill which is nothing new
It’s all such as they are and may contribute and do
Out of files, out of ranks
Crocodiles building banks
Taking blood, ‘stead of money
They don’t even give thanks
But laugh, think it’s funny
Of these we must rid
Our whole nation and bid
Them an everlasting farewell and adieu
Return to the L-RD and build up something new
This was, is and shall be
The only reason
Divine Liberty is bestowed
And by HaShem finally
Help His servant’s true story be told
When one as all His true glory behold
Granting liberty for a price
Is like taking bad advice
But Divinity’s what’s true
Imparts freedom- its essence and hue
Bright and precious, Bold and True
Shall imbue every member of the vine
Because of the Way which is purely divine
Though it seem to wax old in a world in decline
Never lacks insight and foresight
A Guide bright by day and by night
What never may be wrong
Nor ever make a nation so strong
Last long and prolong
Days of merry dance and song
Is Divine Right
Enjoy Your Torah This Night!
And heed HaShem’s servant
He’s Outta sight!