Where Will You Be
Yaakov Kafka, Simple Man
Thank You for letting me live in this bugged-out script
I've been working on my lines, but right now I need to improvise
Surfing and returning on Your waves
Drawn back to the heat of Your gaze
And I pray, soon in our days
That we'll elevate an offering, celebrate Your name
Thank You for the placement
In the prologue to the redemption of the nation
Let's unify the awe, and multiply it
Till everybody is holding by it
In all four corners
Believers and scorners, newborns, mourners
Merging, and what's emerging is urgent
Knocked down this a return to the surface
Each new push a Song of Ascents
Moving towards the long longed-for event, so
Where will you be?
Where will you be?
When the big hands strikes infinity
Where will you be?
