Al Hatzadikim

The war had seemed so endless, yet somehow, they survived

Free at last but spiritless and frail

When a Rebbe showed them love, and they began to mend

But that's just one part of this precious little tale

It was to be the first Pesach, after years devoid of light

When the Rebbe of Skulene stood with his Son

And they announced, There will Matzos! for the Seder Night

But enough to only give each person one

Al Hatzadikim the righteous and devout

With love in their hearts they lift us up when we stumble and fall

V'Al Hachasidim the saintly and the pure

Only Hashem knows the burden - the burden they bear for us all

With two large sacks of flour, a small oven made of brick

The Rebbe baked as tears streamed from his eyes

Measured oh so carefully, neither thin nor thick

Each round Matza, a Kezayis in size

Along with the aroma that drifted through the air

One could sense that hope and healing had begun

Again, the Rebbe sent out word, Yiddelech be fair

Please come and take, but take no more than one

Al Hatzadikim the righteous and devout

With love in their hearts they lift us up when we stumble and fall

V'Al Hachasidim the saintly and the pure

Only Hashem knows the burden - the burden they bear for us all

The line may have been long, but it never stopped or stalled

A tapestry of Jews from far and near

But suddenly one young man, brought it to a crawl

When he bent down and whispered in the Rebbe's ear

I beg of you dear Rebbe, who is our last resort

Though a single Matza will suffice for me

My father is an Admor, and Vizhnitz is his court

And as such he must be given three

A deep and aching sadness, gripped the Rebbe's soul

As he wondered to himself, can it be true

After all our pain and sorrow, could one yet be so bold

And deem himself to be a better Jew?

But then he thought who am I, to judge what's right or best

Only God in heaven knows for sure

He's a great and pious Rebbe, I will comply with his request

And discretely he gave the young man four

Al Hatzadikim the righteous and devout

With love in their hearts they lift us up when we stumble and fall

V'Al Hachasidim the saintly and the pure

Only Hashem knows the burden - the burden they bear for us all

Shortly before Yom Tov the Admor's son returned

And said may I ask the Rebbe and his son as well?

Was my holy father, was he right to be concerned

That you would keep no Matzos for yourselves?

Yes indeed, they answered, we gave them all away

With Jews in need what else was there to do?

The Admor's son replied, that's what my father thought you'd say

So I brought back the two Matzos... he took for you

Al Hatzadikim the righteous and devout

With love in their hearts they lift us up when we stumble and fall

V'Al Hachasidim the saintly and the pure

Only Hashem knows the burden - the burden they bear for us all