I’ll answer this one,...
“One Way”
The word praise caught my eye, and I realized it didn’t do justice, yet it looked so beautiful today. Praise. I Praise HaShem, I praise His Name. I have been seeking that name My whole life.
Yet felt lost. Alone. No body who cared about The Name. I knew The Name, it comforted me during loud nights, and arguments in the dark. Alone I traveled down a yellow wood, and became split by its many decisions.
So I found Music. I found Idols. Even Billy Idols, and strolled down Electric Avenues on my red bike nick-named “Christine”. Eventually, Grew to Hate M-TV, VH1, and the everyday Mun.
So, then I found You, Yew Trees, a Love for Nature, and the hope for a better day. Idealism is no longer seemingly alone. I have my Bob Marley, Johnny Cash, Michael Jackson, and Elvis Presley rolled into one. The King of Music From Zion. Holy Zion, Praise your Holy Name. Upon Who’s hills sit Our Glorious Hope. HaShem please! Return to We!