Again, the Sabbath

Wicked winds in the air as the year begins to draw to a close The papers are full of murder and mayhem Yet we know well how to take refuge Again. the Sabbath arrives and we lift our voices in song, taste the fruit of the vine The sacred scrolls enable us to face the challenges of this earthly life It is time to lift our eyes heavenward Long ago Rabbi Heschel pointed out that the Sabbaths are our cathedrals Let is raise our cathedral tonight raise it high Again, the Sabbath Soon we will be facing frigid air But the warmth of a Sabbath service will aid our hearts and souls