"Blessed are those who sit in Your house."

Blessed are those who dwell in Your house

The midday before the first concert we gave
with Ishay Ribo at Madison Square Garden,
I was standing outside on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

Thousands of people were crossing the street,
immense commotion,
The world in motion.

I raised my head,
And suddenly I felt privileged.

Among all these people,
I know you.
I am Your son.

That's when I understood the depth of the words:
"Blessed are those who dwell in Your house."

Blessed is he who chooses, day after day,
to sit in Your house, with You.
To look for you.
Waiting for you.

It is a privilege to be Your son.

And our greatest prayer,
It's because Dad is finally coming home.