Pray and Sing

I sit in darkness, remembering the light of the Bais HaMikdash standing ohhoh
my fathers delight.
I’m just a son yearning, a child who is returning to my father’s embrace,
to the Shchina Hkdosha’s face.
I don’t want a thing, I’d rather pray and sing, I’d rather tell the story of
your holiness and glory.
I don’t need a thing, I’d rather tell the story of your holiness and glory.
You turned your face away, just left me in despair.
Your comandments I didn’t obay, I know it’s not unfair.
But father please turn back, now I know your Torah is right.
Just give me the strength that I lack, in the yetzer hora’s fight.
I don’t want a thing, I’d rather pray and sing, I’d rather tell the story of
your holiness and glory.
I don’t need a thing, I’d rather tell the story of your holiness and glory.
You sent me to repent, to purify my soul.
Well now my head is bent, my heart is a burning coal.
I’ve been wandering thousands of years, I was driven away from my home.
You’ve shed millions of tears, while in pain you watched me roam.
I don’t want a thing, I’d rather pray and sing, I’d rather tell the story of
your holiness and glory.
I don’t need a thing, I’d rather tell the story of your holiness and glory.
The time is now, I can feel it in my bones.
Father please show me how, a sinfull son atones.
Now I’ll just doing until the Shchina stops crying, till we all stop sighing.
And soon we’ll all be home, in Yerushalaim Habnuya…
I don’t want a thing, I’d rather pray and sing, I’d rather tell the story of
your holiness and glory.
I don’t need a thing, I’d rather tell the story of your holiness and glory.
I don’t want a thing, NO! I’d rather pray and sing, I’d rather tell the story
of your holiness and glory.
I don’t need a thing, NO! I’d rather tell the story of your holiness and glory.