בס״ד
Shabbos Pesach
The blood of the korban Pesach,
Fills the saf to the very brim,
And with the azov branches,
We lock ourselves within.
Outside the macah passes us,
The door posts standing guard,
The dom the sign that keeps us in,
The gate securely barred.
Transformed within our chrysalis,
As Yisrael we emerge as one,
On His wings we pass our doors,
With the rising of the sun.
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