“My Brothers Hold the Line for Me”

My brothers hold the line for me when I can’t walk the road,

They shoulder all my burdens when my heart can’t lift the load.

Their prayers become my engine when my spirit starts to bend,

For a man can’t face repentance without leaning on a friend.

My brothers guard the fire when my flame begins to die,

They lift my fallen pieces with a quiet, steady cry.

In their eyes I see the mercy that my ego fails to see,

For the Creator hides His power in the ones who stand with me.

My brothers shape my footsteps when my strength is running thin,

They drag me from the darkness that I keep collapsing in.

And every time they reach me, dripping love I can’t repay,

I taste the truth of unity — the soul returning to its way.

So bless the hearts beside me, the Ten that sets me free,

For I rise on wings of mercy when my brothers hold the line for me.

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