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In a faraway place,
No direction to face,
A shliach sits all alone.
Not a penny to spare,
And no one to care,
He feels like his end is near.
As the days go by,
With a feeling to say goodbye,
He’s yearning to go home.
There’s nothing else to try,
While he sits and cries,
His only hope is the Rebbe.
Chorus:
The will of the Rebbe guided him,
Even though his spark might be dim
Even through hard times
His spark still shines
There’s a knock at the door,
An envelope lies on the floor,
With a cheque inside,
To push his troubles aside.