A melifluous cantor named Sholem While asleep in the night had a cholem*, That he chanted "al cheit," At the Heavenly Gate, And it pleased the Ribono Shel Olam. - Cantor Harry Gelman Wouldn't it be nice to craft songs and poems out of experience? perhaps the days of our lives are a song. If so, then we are the both the lyrics and melody.... Nothing pleases God more than hearing our song. *dream
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