Just one Shabbos
Just one Torah
Just one Hashem, Who can’t be seen
Commandments, He commanded us
Six hundred and thirteen.
How many Mothers, four.
How many children, you and me
And many millions more.
Moses asked that all the Jews go free,
But Pharaoh and his army were so stubborn
They ended up beneath the churning sea.
Those were the days, my son,
When we were number one
We had no fear, for Torah led the way.
My friends do not despair
Moshiach’s almost here
And we’ll be number one again some day.
Hashem Melech Hashem Moloch
Hashem Yimloch Leolam Voed.
And they would not leave the Jews alone,
Sampson would not tolerate such chutzpa
He crushed them in a hail of falling stone.
He had the perfect plan but he forgot
That Mordechai and Esther had connections,
They hung him, and he hung there with his plot.
Hold it high and never let it drop,
And when we’re number one again remember
It’s Torah that has brought us to the top.
For the Torah kept us strong
And the Torah will never disappear—oh, no!
Through the ages, it was brought
By the children, who were taught
To follow it, and constantly declare:
“I’m a Jew, and I’m proud
And I’ll sing it out loud
‘Cause forever, that’s what I’ll be.
“I’m a Jew, and I’m proud
And it’s without a doubt
That Hashem is always watching over me.”
Who Knows One?
Who knows one?
I know one!
One is Hashem, one is Hashem, one is Hashem
In the heavens and the earth.
Two are the luchos that Moshe brought,
And one is Hashem…
Three are the fathers…
Four are the mothers…
Five are the books of the Torah…
Six are the books of the Mishna…
Seven are the days of the week…
Eight are the days before a bris…
Nine are the months before a baby’s born…
Ten are the Aseres Hadibros…
Eleven are the stars in Yosef’s dream…
Twelve are the tribes of Yisroel…
Thirteen are the Midos of Hashem…
Fourteen are the books of the Rambam…
Two souls are yearning,
The young Russian boy sits alone
The soldiers surrounding
Yeshiva is burning.
Father we cry out to thee
Their Rebbe’s teachings in mind,
A closeness that binds
The two little children as one
Wrapped in kedusha they learn through the night,
The flickering candles burn bright.
Through the ages as sufferings unfold
Our children have stood strong and bold.
Sitting by the table, under the trees
Bothered by spiders, mosquitoes and bees
The learning teacher standing there, trying to teach
Searching for a way, his children to reach.
I know how you want to learn to do what is right,
But you find it so difficult to put up the fight,
So many distractions are constantly there
So hard to overcome, it’s really not fair.
And to help you out in this fight, is why we are here
Working together, hand in hand
True soldiers, awaiting the Rebbe’s command.
How much we would accomplish, how much we could do
I spend so much time with you on my mind
Your path to hatzlochoh, I’m trying to find.
If you’d only realize, we’re not working on opposite ends
Your counselors and your learning teachers are your best friends
Our summers we’re devoting, to help you excel
I only beg of you, to help us as well.
Together, we can’t be stopped by the most difficult fights
And we can be sure, that in a very short while
Together, we will succeed to make the Rebbe smile.
I’m mearly a child, but inside I’ve grown old
A voice came to meet me, extending it’s heart
I followed that voice and soon I could see
Torah elevates our soul
Torah is our way of life
And delivers from trouble and strife.
The martyrs of our Golus years
But Torah gave us our might
Helping us fight and unite.
Yisroel, please conquer me
Bring the Geulah Shleimah
By increasing your Limud HaTorah.