Adon Olam

אֲדוֹן עוֹלָם אֲשֶׁר מָלַךְ, בְּטֶרֶם כָּל יְצִיר נִבְרָא: לְעֵת נַעֲשָׂה בְחֶפְצוֹ כֹּל, אֲזַי מֶלֶךְ שְׁמוֹ נִקְרָא: וְאַחֲרֵי כִּכְלוֹת הַכֹּל, לְבַדּוֹ יִמְלֹךְ נוֹרָא: וְהוּא הָיָה, וְהוּא הֹוֶה, וְהוּא יִהְיֶה בְּתִפְאָרָה: וְהוּא אֶחָד וְאֵין שֵׁנִי, לְהַמְשִׁיל לוֹ לְהַחְבִּירָה: בְּלִי רֵאשִׁית בְּלִי תַכְלִית, וְלוֹ הָעֹז וְהַמִּשְׂרָה: וְהוּא אֵלִי וְחַי גוֹאֲלִי, וְצוּר חֶבְלִי בְּעֵת צָרָה: וְהוּא נִסִּי וּמָנוֹס לִי, מְנָת כּוֹסִי בְּיוֹם אֶקְרָא: בְּיָדוֹ אַפְקִיד רוּחִי, בְּעֵת אִישָׁן וְאָעִירָה: וְעִם רוּחִי גְּוִיָּתִי, יְהֹוָה לִי וְלֹא אִירָא:

The Lord of the Universe who reigned before anything was created. When all was made by his will He was acknowledged as King. And when all shall end He still all alone shall reign. He was, He is, and He shall be in glory. And He is one, and there's no other, to compare or join Him. Without beginning, without end and to Him belongs diminion and power. And He is my G-d, my living G-d. to Him I flee in time of grief, and He is my miracle and my refuge, who answers the day I shall call. To Him I commit my spirit, in the time of sleep and awakening, even if my spirit leaves, G-d is with me, I shall not fear.

Every day, "Adon Olam" we sing,
Hashem ruled, before creating anything,
After creating everything,
He was proclaimed as king.

After all things are said and done,
Hashem will rule alone, He is the awesome one,
He was, He is, and He shall be,
There is no other compared to His glory.

Without a beginning, without an end,
His power and rulership will never bend,
He is my redeemer and will never let me fall,
He is my refuge on the day I call.

When I sleep and when I'm awake
my spirit is in His care,
Hashem is with me, I shall not fear,
To Hashem we are as thankful as can be,
For creating us and everything we see.

Long ago there lived a king,
Who wanted proof that G-d created everything,
His royal advisors had no clue,
So the king called the Rabbi who was a wise Jew.

On the king's desk was an inkwell and quill,
By accident all the ink did spill,
To call a servant the king did go,
He left the Rabbi by the window.

The Rabbi cleaned up the mess in a minute or two,
And drew a beautiful picture of the magnificent view,
When the king returned he was in for a surprise,
When he saw the drawing he couldn't believe his eyes.

The king's excitement couldn't be contained,
"Who drew this masterpiece?" He exclaimed,
The Rabbi replied calmly,
"It happened by itself, can't you see?"

"After the ink spilled, the picture just appeared,"
"That can't be," the king declared,
If there must be an artist behind a piece of art,
Then there must be a creator, from the start!

Souvenir: colored pencils