The minds of this age think odd,
And how they worship a different "god."
Instead, I will honor the God unknown in modern times,
A God known to my forefathers as Adonai, will I
Acknowledge and advance His Glory with immortal rhymes.
"Oh Adonai," I exalt, "thinking of You makes my heart race,"
"Come, lets meet in Our Secret Pleace."
I wonder, with great amazement, at all the good things
You caused to be,
Yet, not so high that You can't say, "Suffer the little
Children come unto Me."
Accordingly, I look to the sky and see all the bald
Children climbing up the stairs,
Ascending into heaven, where Adonai give them hairs.
Next, I look to the earth where the sheep answer Adonai's
Call to graze in the lands of Israel,
Whereas, the goats answer the call of the goat to the
Lands of ancient Greece for his meal.
"Oh Adonai, You are the God I embrace,"
"As my poetic expressions exalt You beyond the Song
Of Songs in Our Secret Place."