The Key Is The Ten

 THE KEY IS THE TEN

I came with a mouth full of holy sound,

But Heaven weighed what my heart had found.

Not polished prayers or wisdom’s art—

He reads the hunger behind the heart.

The sages lit what I could not see,

Faith is the road when blind is me.

Not what I say, but what I crave,

Decides if I stay a slave.

The Creator knows the lacking flame,

Before my lips can speak His Name.

He sees if I seek for self—or bend

My broken will into the Ten.

For every thought and every deed,

Is measured by the root of need.

And what I plant in friends today,

Becomes the path or blocks the way.

The Ten’s not friends for comfort’s sake,

They are the gate my soul must make.

The key ain’t mine when locked apart—

I place it whole in the common heart.

So if I hunger, let it be

For faith above what’s shown to me.

For what I give, I’ll one day see—

The Ten unlocks eternity.