Lyrics

Their Sweet Account
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Moses… Aharón… the First of His Priests
The Guides, the Reachers, the Chiefs

Samuel, the greatest of His Prophets
We, the Children of Israel, all his apostles

Jacob, the Master of the House
A man of many whereabouts
Our Father, who chose our Mother Rachel
A tomb so small, her embrace so spatial

Moses, who no sentence could properly utter
As he had been born with a horrific stutter
Yet received the whole of the Teaching
But was unable to explain its meaning

Aharon, appointed as Moses’ lips
Never attempted to eclipse
His Troubled brother
Nor his flame to smother
Loyal to his siblings, loyal to his parents, loyal to his tribe, loyal to his nation
No belittling incoherence, no jibe, no decimation

The Children of Jacob – the Children of Israel
They left the Promised Land
And were returned there by His Right Hand
They had seen His Cloud upon the Mount
They had heard His Voice, that roaring, thunderous sound
Everyone a witness of His forgiveness
We accept as true their sweet account!