It is almost Shabbat.
Lovely, lovely Shabbat.
After the week that was, Shabbat is the glorious rest we need.
The roast and veggies are done and I am about to make the salad. The scent of challah fills the air.
The table will soon be set. The wine pour and the songs of shabbat shall echo through the house.
It is times like these that shabbat is the most precious.
We will turn off the TV and the computer, shut the door on the world.
For it is shabbat.
If the there is ever a time we have needed you, it is now.
Lovely, lovely Shabbat.
After the week that was, Shabbat is the glorious rest we need.
The roast and veggies are done and I am about to make the salad. The scent of challah fills the air.
The table will soon be set. The wine pour and the songs of shabbat shall echo through the house.
It is times like these that shabbat is the most precious.
We will turn off the TV and the computer, shut the door on the world.
For it is shabbat.
If the there is ever a time we have needed you, it is now.
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