When lies are packaged and tied up in bows,
And distortion is dressed up as truth,
When confusion is plated as haute cuisine,
And served on gold platters to youth,
When propaganda and chatter impede our growth,
And the mechitzos are thick and opaque,
When truculent speech spirals out of control,
Causing pain and tragic heartbreak,
Then Father, its simple, You know what we want,
You know what we need, what is best,
Help us to find You, and know You and feel You—
Mend our hearts—l’avdicha b’emes!
Cause, we’re creatures of comfort, unsure where to go—
After all You created us so,
So hold our hands tightly and journey with us,
As we live and we choose and we grow.
We’re so close to home, yet we feel far away—
Bless us again and again,
שימלא ד’ כל משאלות לבנו לטובה,
עד ביאת גואל צדק במהרה, אמן!