WHEN THE FACE IS HIDDEN
By William S. Becker
Welcome to Psalms in the Heart. This blog is a living journal of inner work—raw, honest, and rooted in connection. Here you’ll find poems, reflections, songs, and insights born from everyday life, spiritual study, and the ongoing struggle between the ego and the desire for truth. These writings are not polished sermons or distant philosophy. They come from the road, the workday, the quiet moments, and the storms of the heart. They explore love of friends, responsibility for one another, faith
By William S. Becker
Inspired by Rabash, The Agenda of the Assembly – 2
I came among my friends today,
With all my selfishness on display.
I heard their words, I saw their face,
But did I give my brother space?
I laughed, I smiled, I sang along,
Convinced myself that I belonged.
But when the gathering reached its end,
What did I carry from my friend?
Did I acquire another's pain?
Or walk away the same again?
Did I embrace his deepest need?
Or feed that bastard called my greed?
Don't tell me love is what you feel,
When someone's wounds you will not heal.
Don't speak of unity so grand,
While letting go your brother's hand.
You drill a hole beneath your feet,
And think your little world is sweet.
But damn it, brother, can't you see?
Your sinking boat is drowning me!
The Creator didn't bring us here,
To polish egos year by year.
He brought us broken, hard, and blind,
To build one heart, one soul, one mind.
So praise the friends, lift every name,
And set your selfish heart aflame.
Then ask what love demands today,
And put those words to work, I say!
For love ain't something you possess,
It's giving when you've nothing left.
It's finding joy in what you give,
And helping every brother live.
And when I leave, let something stay,
A greater love than yesterday.
Not empty words that disappear,
But all my brothers living here.
For when their hearts become my own,
No man among us stands alone.
And through the love we learn to give,
The Creator finds a place to live.
Inspired by Rabash, Article No. 1 (1991)
*By William S. Becker*
I prayed with all the strength I knew,
Yet nothing changed, no light came through.
I gave my heart, I gave my all,
And still I watched my fortunes fall.
I searched for Him through endless night,
But every wrong appeared as right.
The wicked laughed, their tables filled,
While those who served Him suffered still.
I watched the honest bend and break,
While liars prospered in their wake.
And every time I tried once more,
Another hardship reached my door.
I cried, "Where is the One above?
Where is the mercy, where's the love?"
But silence answered every plea,
Till even faith abandoned me.
I blamed the world, I blamed my fate,
And let my heart grow cold with hate.
No longer could I understand,
Or recognize His guiding hand.
Yet He had never gone away,
Though I could find no words to pray.
His light remained beyond my sight,
Concealed behind the darkest night.
And when my strength was finally gone,
The friends became the ground I'm on.
For what my heart could not restore,
Their love could help me seek once more.
Not for reward, nor worldly gain,
Not for an ending to my pain.
But just to bring Him joy above,
Through friends united into love.
So let the darkness hide His face,
I'll seek Him in our meeting place.
And though His shadow disappears,
Our common prayer will rise through tears.
When every road I walk turns wrong,
And every night seems twice as long,
When debts come knocking at my door,
And life demands a little more.
When friends turn cold and hopes decay,
And everything I build gives way,
When all my efforts end in pain,
And every loss becomes my gain.
I search for goodness in the night,
But cannot find it in my sight,
I know that You control it all,
Yet still I stumble, still I fall.
I will not blame some twist of fate,
Or curse the burdens of my state,
For even when Your Face I lack,
I know I'm looking at Your back.
But through my friends I make my plea,
Correct the heart that lives in me,
Not for the pain to disappear,
But that Your goodness may appear.
And if tomorrow brings the same,
I'll hold the greatness of Your Name,
Until our hearts unite as one,
And what was hidden meets the sun.
WHEN THE FACE IS HIDDEN By William S. Becker I cried to Heaven, but silence came, I cursed the darkness and called it by name. I gave my hea...