Born in the month of May, You oh my Creator, also allowed me, so that my soul could graze across this precious little earth. You are the Love inside me, the warm sunshine on my skin, that gladdens my heart so much.  

You are my sweet dream, my hopeful heaven, in which I am going to stay so joyfully. You are the Word, my Sharp Sword that will cut the lie open to the bone.

You are my conscience that causes me to fight the battle and this I must also confess; yes, You are the One that often stops satan from seducing me so cunningly.

You are my wings, my freedom on which I will ride all four wind directions bareback, yes free from the entire abomination world order, while I know that it is they who are going to suffer and not Sion.

You are our Potter and we are the remnant, yes the last clay of this period, so mold and bake Your pots, dedicated to Your new Melchizedek temple.

You are the born-again Light in my once blind eyes that leads me from the big darkness into Your New Day, so that I can rejoice forever in Your Lovingkindness.

Yes, You are the eternal love and life inside us because You are our Great Spiritual Central Sun that shines over Sion and in which all the heavenly hosts rejoice so abundantly and joyfully.