Restoring My Soul (Modeh)

[Intro: Brad Rubinstein] I wanna thank the King for restoring my soul In the morning, when the sun is yawning Thank the King for restoring my soul, restoring my soul (x2) [Verse 1: Ori Murray] What you is, what you into, I can't pretend to Pretend it's me who rocks an instrumental This sentiment to extend to those That HaKadosh Baruch Hu extends His hand to Better bet you, in the nexus net from death He does come to protect you Without the question, He's gonna catch you Bless you, dress you, take the next step to resurrect you [Hook: Brad Rubinstein] Modeh ani l'fanecho Melech chai v'kayam Shechechezarta bi nishmasi b'chemloh Raba emunasecha (Thank the King for restoring my soul In the morning, when the sun is yawning Thank the king for restoring my soul, restoring my soul) [Verse 2: Ori Murray] I breathe deep when my soul retreats I sleep the slumber numbered one b'shishim Prophecy coupled with a touch of death With the next step, let's cleanse our hands of this impurity Let Him nourish me With food, house, homes, and furnishings, certainly True bitachon creates complete security Precise in devise supports my life more than surgery Stepping on in with real conception, and let you learn the lesson Burn with the words and let them churn and make you yearn up in your mental They're gonna get you, you better bet you You think you're something right here, you haven't heard a word I've said to you, right Bring you back on track with facts and stat, imagine that Your stature backwards, background bring you back down, then you're sat down, yeah And bring you back down, yeah, you'll see the fat crown I'm nothing right here, so clear, no fear of fact, man [Hook] [Outro: Ori Murray and Brad Rubinstein] (Everyday when I wake up, I play up, look straight up, with emunasecha) (All thanks to the Lord Above, it all fits like a glove, with emunasecha) Thank the King for restoring my soul In the morning, when the sun is yawning Thank the king for restoring my soul, restoring my soul