There are people who we
Meet for a short while and we
Feel like we have known them for
Years, for as the moon dies each
Night, and the sun wakes up each
Day; everytime we meet them,
Dry bones come alive and smile.
Knock the door he will open.

Strength to run each day race,
And a brother to embrace,
Face to face with our problems.
Proud brother, proud friend,
Together many battles faced,
Some lost, some won.
In distress he will help take the horn,
Knock the door he will open.

A complete winner I found,
A furious runner I run with,
Tough road, long road,
At the end we shall organise a bonfire.
A time to merry, the woods have been
Full of wolves; God is the One.
Brother of the same ancient bone,
Knock the door he will open.

© Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)