A long-awaiteed day,
of peace and much rest,
Shabbos for all,
we must pass this test.
We can’t work or strain,
We’re forced to resign,
to stop what we’re doing,
promised it’ll be fine.
To throw our hands up,
give all to the one above,
release our control,
and He’ll shower us with love.
The day we’re so spoiled,
we try to stay happy,
no mourning, no crying,
you just can’t be snappy.
Sometimes annoying,
so difficult to maintain,
our schedules are flodded,
Hashem promised to sustain.
The yetzer hara so strong,
desires consuming,
to just brush my hair,
a tiny bit more grooming.
Re-apply my makeup,
turn on my light,
I resist letting loose,
I hold on so tight.
Every time I slip,
I tumble and fall,
flick on that switch,
just make one call.
I arise just again,
try it once more,
ignore that strong pull,
on high levels I now sour.
its worth it, its true,
to battle that yearning,
you can start once again,
the tide you are turning.