Chana's Song

Held tightly in the heart, patiently it clung
A silent tefillah, a song unsung
Be Strong, My children, for it won't be long
Before the world will embrace the light of Chana's song
Untouched by the days it continued to burn
A steadfast flame with every twist and turn
Through hushed lips from its place did it finally part
Released from the bonds of a broken heart
With dignity and pride till now does it soar
To break down all barriers, to open the door
Be strong, My children for it won't be long
Before the world will embrace the light of Chana's song
For a yearning burns in all who have forgotten the way
Deep inside they hope, but outside they have nothing to say
With inner desparation they seek to live
Grasping at sparks for the light they give
And all the while their ears do they strain
Hoping to catch the words that will ease their pain
Be Strong, My children, for it won't be long
Before the world will embrace the light of Chana's song
For the words of this song bring with them life
To cut away the world's cloudiness like a knife
Be comforted, be comforted in your sorrow for everything can change
There is nothing in the world that the Creator does not lovingly arrange
Those who were down may suddenly find themselves up
From the depths of poverty now they drink straight from the King's
cup What seems one way may in fact not be the truth
The brightest light is often hidden, standing aloof
But the day will come when everything will be known
And all will perceive the light from the darkness in which it was thrown
And on that day everyone will sing
With stunning clarity only one voice will ring
Redemption has come; it was here all along
hidden in the bright light of Chana's song.