“Gam Tzipor Matza Bayis…”(Psalms 84:4)
A twig, a string, some mud and spit
With random things a nest is built
With much love and lots of care
The bird builds a home to share.
Snugly secure in its parents’ nest
Little hatchlings warmly rest.
Why then, my Lord, were we shoved out
Forced in Exile to wander about?
Like a parent bird beats its wings
Shielding its young from dangerous things
We know the day will come when You
Will give us complete protection too.
Not forever will we be forced to roam
Soon G-d will return us safely home.