The Holy Bible can be a holy bubble, a place to bury one's heart.
Turning its pages, or just centering on one,
Heavenly harps are strumming as I study Torah and have fun.
White leather binding and dust cover,
Keeping my Torah book secure as I hover,
Flying over others, because I feel the love of my dear mother.
Red brick chimneys piercing the skies,
Numerous churches built without a reason why.
Rebellious fallen angels like poisonous bitter plants,
Worshipping idols and ranting forbidden chants.
There are mortals who lie, cheat, and steal,
Do not trespass, do not take away the poor man's meal!
Hunger is the pain of the timid, for the man who obeys every limit.
Richness is the reward of being a thief, not for the man who keeps his faith and belief.
She was nice, but they beat her, did not want to love her,
Instead to kill her, to eat her.
A friend she became, until she died,
It was she who replied: "Love Adonai above all else, and He will feed you chocolate melts."
Turning its pages, or just centering on one,
Heavenly harps are strumming as I study Torah and have fun.
White leather binding and dust cover,
Keeping my Torah book secure as I hover,
Flying over others, because I feel the love of my dear mother.
Red brick chimneys piercing the skies,
Numerous churches built without a reason why.
Rebellious fallen angels like poisonous bitter plants,
Worshipping idols and ranting forbidden chants.
There are mortals who lie, cheat, and steal,
Do not trespass, do not take away the poor man's meal!
Hunger is the pain of the timid, for the man who obeys every limit.
Richness is the reward of being a thief, not for the man who keeps his faith and belief.
She was nice, but they beat her, did not want to love her,
Instead to kill her, to eat her.
A friend she became, until she died,
It was she who replied: "Love Adonai above all else, and He will feed you chocolate melts."
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