One Candle by Chana Backman
One strike of a match In a very dark place,
One strike of a match In a very dark place,
Beginning in New Zealand The first flame is kindled, The
Sparkling bright It’s Friday night I light my Shabbos candles.
Darkness permeating the air Engulfing, drawing in Dejection and despair;
Friday rushed by Full of running and cooking And cleaning
BS"D Ever since I started lighting Shabbat candles, I have
Shabbos, Shabbos is the best, It’s the day Hashem did
A woman looks ahead, Tears glistening in her eyes, Gives
BS"D My most cherished candle-lighting experience, is when my grandparents
Tonight is Shabbos, don’t you know, I can’t wait to