Rosh Hashanah

All stand before the King of kings Creator of people; of everything, With terror, regret and trembling They wait.

Some gave in to their darker sides But from the King sins they can’t hide, All shake and wait for Him to decide Their fate.

This Holy Day comes once a year With prayers and begging and pleading and tears, All ask for their souls to be wiped clear From black.

The judgment day is now at hand We’ve sinned; we’ve erred; we understand, The King tells us there’s hope, we can Come back.

Change your ways you have to try, Feel regret, for your sins cry Daven to Him, your King up High

It’s Rosh Hashanah; the shofar hear May we all merit a sweet new year, Yerushalayim, may we be there Again.