Psalms In The Heart

My heart is fixed, my brother, even when life breaks in two, When the bills hit, the phone rings, and the world turns on you. But I rise before dawn, I sing though I’m torn, Because faith was never born in comfort, faith is born when we’re worn. The world feels like a battlefield where doubt takes its aim, Every heartbreak and failure tries to whisper my shame. But I shout to the heavens, “My soul will not fall!” For the Creator lifts even the weakest who answer His call. When fear storms in like a thief in the night, And the Ten feels far, and I’m losing the fight, I remember the promise — His mercy stands wide, Like the sky stretched out forever, no place left to hide. O God, make us strong when the world says we’re weak, Let Your greatness replace every wound that we speak. For when we walk as one heart, one voice raised above, Even the darkest mile turns into a road paved with love. So I hold to this psalm like a lifeline in hand, Even when I’m too broken to even stand. For mer...

🔥 SHAMATI 123 — “I Am the Prayer, Not the Power” 🔥 I walk this world like I’m strong, like I’m ready to fight alone, But Shamati says the secret: I never stood on my own. It is written in fire: the Creator does all the work, And my strength is just a shadow where the doubts and demons lurk. I scream to heaven with fists, thinking I’m the one who builds the wall, Until the truth tears open: I am nothing at all. The whole battle isn’t winning, it’s admitting I’m weak, And begging the Creator for a tongue when my heart cannot speak. He breaks me on purpose so I’ll finally understand, I don’t conquer evil by the might of my hand. The ego roars like thunder, demanding control, But Shamati whispers the law: I have no power in this soul. It is not my job to fix, to rise, to purify the heart, All I can do is pray to be a humble part. Like a child in the storm clinging tight to His sleeve, Begging only for faith, so that I’ll never leave. How many times I fought thinking it was me against fat...

🔥 “Two Labors in One Heart” 🔥 (A poem on faith above reason, and the Ten) I wake up with bills, phones, fights in my head,  The body screams logic: “Give in, stay in bed.”   But the purpose of life isn’t comfort or ease,  It’s fear of the Creator that brings me to my knees. The wicked asks questions— “Why suffer again?”   I answer, “Above reason,” and step into the Ten.  Because ego wants proof, wants control, wants to see,  But faith is the fire that burns logic in me.  I try to Self-Nullify during traffic and rage,  The coworker shouts—my ego wants center stage.  But the Ten are watching when no one else is near,  And Inclusion means holding their souls more dear.  Activation happens in the smallest things,  In loneliness, heartbreak, the pain that life brings.  When the car breaks down and the bank account bleeds,  We answer with love—not the ego’s needs.  I fall and I fail; the wicked mocks every flaw,...