מודים אנחנו לך על חיינו המסורים בידך
Thank you Father for holding my hand. I know that my steps are much smaller than yours
I know my fingers are small and slippery and I lose my breath quickly
But you still hold my hand and don’t let go
Sometimes I can’t see you in the blizzard and I feel numb
Sometimes I feel I’m not moving and the walk is without purpose
But even so you still hold my hand
Sometimes I don’t know where you are going and your face isn’t showing
But I know you will never let go
I hope one day my steps will be as big as yours and my hand will be strong enough to hold on so
To Sing your song of hope and faith
I will know where I will be going and you turn to smile at me with your face showing
And I will never stop thanking you for holding my hand
פתחתי שקי ותעזריני שמחה למען יזמרך כבוד ולא ידם הי אלקי לעולם ועד
