3 H's = Annulment, Inclusion, Inspiration

Three H’s 

Three H’s hit hard like a boot to the chest,

They drag you through fire till you’re stripped of the rest.

Surrender your pride, boy, this ain’t some small test,

The Creator wants all—not the part you think’s best.

First comes letting go—man, it tears you apart,

It rips through the ego like a blade through the heart.

You fall to your knees thinking, “Where do I start?”

But the breaking is mercy disguised as His art.

Break me, remake me, I’m done with the fight,

Fuse me with brothers and pull me to Light.

Three H’s are wounds but they lead me aright,

’Cause we only rise up when we die to the night.

Second comes mixing, you’re swallowed in pain,

You bleed with the Ten like you share the same vein.

Your losses are theirs, your heartbreak their chain,

Till love starts to bloom in the cracks of your brain.

Third comes awakening, lightning and flame,

He burns you alive just to carve out His name.

Your will ain't your own—you ain’t playing no game,

But damn, through the fire, your soul ain’t the same.

Break me, remake me, I’m done with the fight,

Fuse me with brothers and pull me to Light.

Three H’s are wounds but they lead me aright,

’Cause we only rise up when we die to the night.

So sharpen the blade, Lord—go on, cut me thin,

I’ll lose all I am just to let You walk in.

With the Ten at my side I am destined to win,

’Cause the man who breaks open is the one born again.

To My Boys - Jacob and Noah

“To My Boys — Jacob and Noah”

I was given years, somewhere seventy to a hundred to see,

what really matters, what stays, what’s left of me.

I’m standing still strong, breath steady, bones intact,

so hear these words now—there’s no going back.

Jacob, my son, though blood may debate,

you were mine long before the world learned to hate.

I was the man who held you, the voice that you knew,

the only damn father who showed up for you.

If anger was born from a moment I missed,

or pain I was never told to resist,

know this truth clear, without excuse or disguise—

I never turned away, I never closed my eyes.

Noah, my boy, you stayed close through it all,

through the rises of joy and the long hard falls.

I watched you become what a man should be,

a father, a pillar, a legacy.

Three little souls call you Dad with pride,

and every time they do, my heart opens wide.

You don’t just live life—you live it right,

and you’ve been my proof on the darkest night.

I’ve loved you both when I was broken and beat,

when I limped through surgeries, pain in the street.

When betrayal cut deep and nearly took my breath,

when a woman I loved showed me the face of death.

I’ve loved you in silence, in distance, in prayer,

in nights so damn lonely the walls learned to stare.

Every evening your names rise straight from my chest,

not asking for thanks—just asking you’re blessed.

Jacob, if lies were whispered and fed,

if a mother’s anger rewrote what was said,

hear this now, from a man who won’t bend—

I never stopped loving you, not once, not then.

I wasn’t perfect, I failed, I was wrong,

but love like mine doesn’t weaken with time.

It ages like steel, like scars on the soul,

like a father who never let go of his role.

If my road ends soon or stretches out long,

this truth will outlive every right and wrong:

You are my sons, both equally mine,

written in prayer, not erased by time.

I don’t need forgiveness to speak what is true,

I don’t need permission to still love you.

I stand here a father—unbroken, sincere—

my heart wide open, my arms still here.

And if one day you wonder, when I’m not around,

where my love for you lived, where it could be found—

look up at the night, feel the quiet above,

that’s where I placed every ounce of my love.