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Hashem Always Loves Me

God is a good parent who always takes pride in me
God only sees the good in me
Understands that I want to be better, even when I struggle
I may sometimes fall short, forget some prayers
But God sees my good intentions
The times I tried, refusing to give up
God knows my moment of shame and anger
and how I start over, again and again
 

And God, blessed the name, always loves me
There’s always goodness in store for me
God always loves me
I’ll only be given blessings
And things will be better
Better and better
Better and better
Better and better
Better and better
Better and better
And it will only get better
 

God hears me, has mercy and always answers.
Even when the answers feel delayed, God's still there
Keep reminding me that You always love me
Cos everyday is a blessing
Guiding me gently with endless patience
Through this, the world sees prayers are heard
So for health we smile and sing
 

And God, blessed the name, always loves me
There’s always goodness in store for me
God always loves me
I’ll only be given blessings
And things will be better
Better and better
Better and better
Better and better
Better and better
Better and better
And it will only get better
 

I shall have enough
I shall have prosperity
And for those seeking love, may they find their match.
Health will be restored, and strength renewed.
Beautiful and happy lives, year after year
 

God, blessed the name, always loves me
There’s always goodness in store for me
God always loves me, I’ll only be given blessings
And things will be better
Better and better
Better and better
Better and better
Better and better
Better and better
I’ll only be given good
 


poetic

Baby Amen

You're the storm, the storm of my fate
Your smell brings a better world
You're ace up my sleeve and the holy water
You shine every morning, protect me like north star
 

God brought you to me
Welcome
You brought me light
I see the world in your eyes
God brought you to me
To my lonely heart
You gave strength to survive
 

I love you more than I love myself
Your my captain
You're the world I dream on
My son I love you so much
 

Babe babe I sing you every night
Until we fall asleep together in bed
Babe babe sleep in my arms
And give me love
 

Aaaaaaaa Amen
 

Troubles and storm of november brought you to me
You made flowers bloom in autumn
Until you grow up my son
And learn the truth
I will act like I don't know
And I will only be silent
 

God brought you to me
Welcome
You brought me light
I see the world in your eyes
God brought you to me
To my lonely heart
You gave strength to survive
 

I love you more than I love myself
Your my captain
You're the world I dream on
My son I love you so much
 

Babe babe I sing you every night
Until we fall asleep together in bed
Babe babe sleep in my arms
And give me love
 

Aaaaaaaa Amen
 

Write A Letter, My Child

An old mother at night
Sits anxiously and thoughtfully
As her son is off to battle
She pleads God for just one thing:
 

Write a letter, my child
Write, I am begging you, soon
I saw you at night in my dreams
In Sinai, not in fight
 

In this dream I see
How you drive your tank fast
Stay strong, don't get tired
Come quickly, to Port Said
 

Just don't scare me
God is there with you
When you have a little time
Write me a letter
 

Don't catch a cold
Put on your scarf
You need to be the first one
To get in there with the flag
 

Just don't scare me
Because God is there with you
When you have a little time
Write me a letter
 

Don't catch a cold
Put on your scarf
You need to be the first one
To get in there with the flag
 

In this dream I see
How you drive your tank fast
Stay strong, don't get tired
Come quickly, to Port Said
 

Moyshele

Moyshele, you're quiet out of breath
Who scratched your hand like that?
You had fistfight in the field,
Your nose is scratched as well,
Blood is still flowing.
 

Father, it happened in the Rabbi's yard,
When I sewed up my pants, I stuck myself,
I did not have a fistfight in the field
I scratched myself with the needle,
I swear it by my life.
 

Moyshele, what happened? I have to know.
Who ripped your pants like that?
You must have cried
Maybe the Rabbi
Has beaten you up today?
 

Father, the Rabbi did not beat me up today,
I don't know who ripped my pants
Motele told me
He ripped his jacket
also.
 

Moyshele, come here to your father this instant!
You, my boy, have told on yourself, just now
I already told you it is not right
That Motel should be your friend
You made a fool out of your father.
 

Father, I did not want to play with him,
So he gave me his grandfather's eyeglasses
And for that I gave him as a gift
The violin you brought
So I should play on it.
 

Moyshele, you got some nerve, you are going to pay for that
I don't want you to play with Motele anymore.
This instant, the violin
You bring back to me,
Give back the eyeglasses.
 

Father, I wanted it back, but he doesn't want to know from it,
Both of us scratched and bit each other,
Motele ruined my pants,
And I ruined
his jacket.