Psalms In The Heart

The life we live is a funny thing Feeling one’s heart as it sings Songs of love and hate collide, Two rivers raging side-by-side. One pulls soft, like morning rain, The other burns with hidden pain. We learn to give, then hesitate— To rise above, then bow to fate. Oh how we walk this razor line, Between the beast and the divine. To hold the blow, yet still embrace, To vanish me and make Him place. For love without the hate is weak, And hate without the love is bleak. The two are forged inside our chest, So we may find the One Who’s best. I break, I mend, I fall, I stand— Each step not mine, but by His hand. The opposites in me unite: Dark becomes fuel, to birth the Light.

Heart Made New The right love doesn't hide It cuts you open from inside It burns the lies you held so dear And whispers, “Brother, I am here.” It isn't soft, it isn't kind It drags the ego out the mind It tears the heart, but leaves it whole It carves a vessel from the soul It throws you down so you can kneel So faith above the reason’s real It breaks the walls you built for years And washes you with silent tears In the ten, this love is born From every fall, from every scorn We learn to rise, to bend, to give To die each day — and yet to live The right love doesn’t let you stay Inside your self, locked far away It lifts you into one shared breath Where “I” dissolves a holy death So take my heart, Creator, please

I woke with a hole where my chest used to be, An emptiness screaming like oceans in me. No answer, no comfort, no wisdom to find— Just a silence that claws at the edges of mind. I begged for relief, for a reason, a light, For someone to tell me I’m doing this right. But the heavens stayed quiet, the floor fell away, And I learned that the void is where He wants me to pray. This pain isn’t punishment, loss, or mistake— It’s the hunger He carves so my soul will awake. For the cup that is empty is ready to fill, And the heart that is broken can learn to be still. So I stand here with nothing, with no place to land, And I stretch out my wounds like a child with his hand. Fill me, my Father, with love from above— For this brutal is holy, and it’s covered in love.

As society breaks apart They'll need to know how to start Living this life anew Without the problems that went askew My heart bleeds for the Creator's love Forgetting how to rise above Sometimes i don't know if i am coming or going In the storm, the pain keeps growing I scream in silence to the empty air Wondering if anyone is truly there My chest feels heavy like it's caving in Dragging the memory of every sin I love the ten but my ego fights Claws in my throat in sleepless nights One breath of love, then poison thought Each step forward feels like i'm caught But still i drag myself back to the flame Calling the Creator's endless name Tear-stained prayers mixed with trembling rage Trying to write love on a burning page I don't want peace if it's empty and cold I want a heart that the ten can hold I want to burn, to break, to fall If that's what it takes to love through it all So take my confusion, take my spite Take the war I wage each endless ...