In the lyrics of the words of my song and in the sound of my music that I so incompetently yet so eager wants to offer my Elohim, I am trying to tell him Him: I love You infinitely, but satan attempts to prohibit me from this privilege and often, from nowhere he steals the words of my song which fade like shooting stars in my poor human mind. Therefore I try over and over again in the meagre lyrics of my song, now without words in the dissonance of my meagre music to offer my entire heart and all my love to my God and there is no power from heaven above or from the earth below that can prohibit me from this privilege.

Sing, sing therefore Oh Sion and bring your morning and evening song with abandonment for behold, during the great time of all times the world treats you with uttermost hardheartedness and nowhere are you popular or loved and in all your attempts you are only victimised and hassled. But look, time is shortened by God on your behalf and it soon disappears outside time and space far in eternity. So, therefore do not tremble anymore in fear like a reed in these end-time winds, but bring in the lyrics of your words the hidden beautiful sounds of your holy music, because in it lies hidden the words of the New Song that only you can offer in complete surrender to Elohim and tell Him, Oh Sion, that you love HIM, infinitely much with your entire heart, mind and being.