Because You Led Us to Them
Creator, how could we ever repay
The ones You placed along our way?
When we were sleeping, deaf and blind,
You sent us teachers for our time.
Baal HaSulam tore the heavens wide,
And laid the wisdom at our side.
Through pain and struggle, year by year,
He wrote the path and made it clear.
He didn't write for wealth or fame,
He wrote to set our hearts aflame.
He gave his life so we could see
The road from self to unity.
Then Rabash came and showed us how—
Not someday, brothers. Here and now.
Annul yourself. Embrace the friend.
Begin again, and then again.
He showed us love is not a word,
Not some sweet bullshit we have heard.
Love is the work when ego screams—
To choose the friends above our dreams.
Then Rav Laitman took their flame,
And carried forward in their name.
Day after day, through thick and thin,
He points us toward the work within.
No promises of easy roads.
No pretty lies to lighten loads.
Just: Find the Ten. Connect. Unite.
And there you'll find the upper Light.
Creator—
Of everything that You could give,
You showed us why we're here to live.
You woke a hunger deep inside,
Then placed these teachers as our guide.
So what damn words could ever do
To give sufficient thanks to You?
For Baal HaSulam.
For Rabash.
For Rav.
For every word that broke our heart,
Then showed us where the work must start.
We owe them more than words can say.
We owe them how we live each day.
And if one day we reach that place
Where hatred disappears through grace,
Where every heart becomes as one—
We'll know exactly where it begun:
The Creator woke us from our sleep—
And gave us teachers we could keep.
They gave us everything they knew.
Now let our lives say:
THANK YOU.
