It’s going to be all right
my child,
It’s gonna be alright,
In this month of joy:
Don’t allow sadness
To cloud your vision.
Look up to the sun
To see your real mission.
Yes, I see your quiet worries
Hovering like a cloud around you
Blocking your sunshine
Making you wonder how to reach the divine
Let go of them
For just a bit,
Toss em up high
Watch them fly
In this newly created vacuum
Possibility looms
With soaring spirits
There really is no limits
For there’s A creator who cares
A Father who not only shares
But reaches down below
To make your worries his own
Observe His powerful brushstrokes
As He paints your new picture
Fulfilling each one of your dreams
Canvasing your wonderful future
Watch his yad Hanistar
Do it all
Like the miracle of Purim
No problem is too great or too small
You see, then too; nature seemed
To reign Supreme
With salvation realistically
Unforeseen
Yet the wheels were constantly turning
His master plan slowly churning
Until it reached its natural crescendo
Transforming our biggest foe
To dust beneath our toes
And so my precious soul,
You too- can let it go
Just let it all go,
And watch the happiness flow.
And flow.
