LYRIC

ONE WORD- Journeys- Composed By Abie Rotenberg- Journeys 4

With but one word, as time commenced, he bade the world “begin”
A universe of endless space, both outward, and within.
With but one thought, he granted life, the spark to stir the mind.
And to man, above all else, a soul indeed divine.

With but one Torah would he sketch a path on which to stride.
It dawned with cool refreshing springs to quench our thirst inside.
With but one people would he choose his Torah to impart.
Exalted by the ancestry that forged that noble bond.

With but one land, did he see fit, his presence to bestow.
A covenant with Israel, in sanctity, alone.
With but one tribe would he implant the gift of royalty.
In years gone by and days to come, to rule in majesty.

With but one glance he sees and knows, what was and is to be.
The thoughts and dreams of all mankind, their fate and destiny.
With but one word he can and will, return us to our land.
And how his love was always there, we then will understand.
Ani maamin, be’emunah sheleima.

With but one glance he sees and knows, what was and is to be.
The thoughts and dreams of all mankind, of fate and destiny.
With but one word he can and will, return us to our land.
And how his love was always there, we then will understand.
And how his love was always there, we then will understand.