בס״ד
Behar-Bechukosai
I may embrace you, or give you a kick
If the carrot don’t work, I’ll bring out the stick
You are so fickle
It can be assumed
You need to be warned, I’ll “lower the boom”?
Can love be aroused through fear and threats?
Obedience compelled through epithets?
Was it for this
You raised us from the pit
And bade the storm-tossed sea to split?
All those boded terrors came to pass
From the first one, to the last
We cling to You
Await the dawn
Not from dread - but love - we carry on.
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