Do you ever feel
That you’re surrounded
Pestered, bothered
Simply hounded
Are you sometimes in a mess
Feeling down and quite depressed
Everyone seems like a pest
And all you do is just detest?
Three Weeks begin
And we’re surrounded
Walls are breached
As we’re confounded
And why? you ask
Does this pain come
Where is all
This great tzaar from
We look on High
We look above
And wonder where is
All the love
Oh! It is there
My saddened friend
But we just know
How to pretend
We’re very good at asking “Whys?”
Pointing fingers toward the skies
Forgetting lessons
Of the spies
These weeks, my friend
Come from Above
Leading up
To Tisha B’Av
When all the Jews
With their cries
Listening to words of spies
As Hashem’s goodness
They deny
Oh! Where is that
Gracious eye?
Do we have an
Ayin tov?
Or all we do
Is ask and probe?
Can we fargin another’s joy
Do we just look and say, “Oy!”?
Can success in other places
Put a smile on our faces?
Can we ever understand
The beauty of a rock-filled land?
Do we see flowers
Where there’s sand?
Open up your eyes to see
Hashem’s great love, eternally
If all your life’s an ayin tov
And all you pour out is your love
I know these weeks
Will turn around
A smile will replace a frown
And soon redemption
Comes for all
In every place
For large and small
And save the souls that need yeshuah
Heal the folks who need refuah
And bring us all
The geulah
