Bring us back to the tents, to the flocks, I pray.
Bring us back to the canopy of the open skies where we might press our faces upon the platform that holds His footstool
And swear for all of our lives by His Holy Name that we accept His covenant...each day.
And at night, when the whisper of the wind has silenced, we'll sit before our fires
As our animals rest and our children's eyes begin to close with sleep. We will hold them, and know that Thou art holding all of us.
May we huddle together beneath the very stars that He showed His servant Avraham, thanking the Living G-D.
Thanking Thee for another day
And perhaps Thou willt grant us another day, to see Thy sunrise
To see each other
We will hold on to one another And cling to Thee
Swearing our lives and love to Thee.
h/t to yesha galluzzo