Psalms In The Heart

🔥 The Story of My Life  🔥 I have been asked to tell you a story of my life, It's filled with horror and fear and strife. I am not sure it's the story to you I wish to send, But it is what it is, so let's begin. The earliest I remember is when I was three, As my mother shook the hell out of me. You see she suffered from this mental disease, Paranoid Schizophrenia—hard on many degrees. As she dug her fingers into my arm breaking the skin, And yelled with anger from deep within, “You’re not my child, get out of my life!” Which set me up for a lifetime of strife. As a fat and clumsy little boy, I found it hard by now to find any joy. So we fast-forward to the age of 9— Man, this again was a troubling time. As my teachers all stood up in despair, Proclaiming loudly that there was no repair. They said I was dyslexic at best, As they threw me in a class with the rest Of the ones that learn slowly with no ease, And then the kids really started to tease. Eve...

**🌍 “Eight Billion Cries, One Beating Heart” By William S. Becker  We wake each morning already afraid, Dragging yesterday’s battles into the life we’ve made. The coffee spills, the car won’t start, And some stranger cuts us off, driving straight through our heart. The boss snaps orders like we’re not alive, While we fake one smile just trying to survive. Our phones keep buzzing with the world’s despair, Eight billion souls screaming, “Does anyone care?” A mother cries quietly so her kids won’t know, A father breaks slowly with no safe place to go. A teenager hides the storm inside his chest, Searching for one real friend to give his heart some rest. We walk around wounded pretending we’re strong, But the suffering shows we’ve had it wrong all along. For every crack in me is a crack in you, And only together can we break through. But when I lift your spirit from the floor, My own heart rises even more. When I warm your hands in the freezing night, The Creator slips inside and fill...

🔥 Psalm 34 — William S. Becker 🔥 I cried from the pit where the shadows grow tall, Where the ego claws upward trying to make me fall. But the Creator bent low to the crack in my chest, Whispered, “Rise, My son… even broken is blessed.” I boasted in nothing, for nothing was mine, My pride was a thief dressed in thoughts so divine. But the meek heard my trembling and answered my cry, A Ten made of heaven pulled me up to the sky. Taste and you’ll see that His sweetness is real, Though He hides it in hunger the heart must reveal. He breaks us like bread till our arrogance dies, Then He feeds us His love… as the tears fill our eyes. The lions of ego roar loud in the night, Claiming strength, demanding praise, feeding off light. But those who seek Him with hands open and bare Will lack nothing at all, for He meets them right there. Come children, draw near—learn the terror of good, The fear that dissolves the “I” where you stood. Guard your tongue from the poison your anger would spill, Fo...

Each One Shall Help His Friend — The Inner Battle A brother falls silent, his light grown thin, I see the prison bars he’s locked within. For no man escapes the dungeon alone, The ego won’t loosen what it thinks it owns. I tear my own chest just to let him in, To feel his sorrow beneath my skin. For only a friend can lift that weight, Only shared hearts can unseal that gate. When his spirit breaks, mine cracks too, Because my correction is seeing him through. His lack is the hollowness inside my bone, His cry is the echo of a truth I’ve known. So I drag his soul from the pit with mine, Bleeding together is how we climb. I give him the strength I don’t even possess, ’Til both of us rise from this merciless test. We kill the lie that we stand apart, The poison whisper that divides the heart. We learn the secret the sages penned: No one is redeemed except by a friend. And when he breathes again, alive and renewed, I taste the Creator inside his mood. For lifting his spirit is how ...