S-I-N-G-I-N-G
Like Myrtle leaves in winter
Your King decrees mourning is over
Arise!
Above all celebrities
Above all ministries
Bear fruit, love the Vine
Like a bouquet of ahava alms
As we exchange vows
In a language of pierced Psalms
Sprinkled with gold dust and myrrh
Because this is the day that The L-rd has made
A lather of Gilead to soak your Kallah cheekbones
As red as Passover's sweet fragrance of harvest
Our hands shadow play like Hebrew
Script at twilight's rendezvous
Anthony and Mercy grafted together
Co-heirs eager for Wonders and Nature
Singing a buffet of holy, holy, holy!
Midst a chorus of spoons to glass
Chatter brimming with white robes
Birthed in Gan'Eden