Psalms In The Heart

I thought responsibility meant standing tall, Doing my part, never ready to fall. Fixing my steps, correcting my way, Proving my worth day after day. But the truth broke through like a merciless wave: No one here asked me to be brave. No one asked me to finish the race— Only to care for the friends in this place. We’re all in one boat, cracked and worn, Floating between despair and dawn. No one steering, no one clean, Just broken hearts and borrowed dreams. I have no power to fix a soul, No strength to make another whole. I can’t force light, I can’t command sight, I can’t pull a friend out of night. So where’s my work if I can’t perform? Where’s responsibility if I can’t transform? It hit me hard, simple and clear— My job is to stay near. To care when faith runs dry, To hold the rope when spirits die. Not to lift them, not to lead— But to remind them we all need . Responsibility isn’t doing it right, It’s refusing to leave the fight. It’s saying, “Brother, I’m just like you— Same do...

  Stand Guard One must stand guard when the heart wants sleep, When the mouth says faith but the tears won’t weep. When lessons play and the body’s there, But the soul is missing its daily care. We say “day” when the light feels near, We say “night” when the goal’s unclear. But truth cuts deep when we check inside— We guard the hours, not the fire we hide. We wake for lessons, coffee in hand, But who’s evoking the heart of the man? Who knocks on the chest when the friend goes quiet, When absence becomes our silent diet? We mourn the missing, yet still move on, Calling it patience, calling it strong. But love that waits and never calls Is fear dressed up as spiritual walls. We say, “He’s busy,” “Life’s too tight,” While hearts drift off into endless night. What’s missing isn’t the chairs or names— It’s the cry that burns without shame. What’s missing is trembling, raw and loud, Not polished prayers or spiritual pride. What’s missing is fear of losing the bond, Fear of a ten th...

  “There Is a Chair Still Warm” We didn’t gather by chance, we were pulled by a thread From a spark in the heart to the words that were said From Israel nights when the sounds weren’t clear Still the bond was forming, even through fear We learned without language, through effort and pain When Hebrew fell silent, the heart still remained Not every word landed, not every line fit But the longing was louder than intellect Carl held the line when the work felt tight James burned like a candle, pure love, pure light Jean ran the race till the world called his name Oscar carried burdens we never could blame Time pulled them sideways, work pulled them away But love doesn’t vanish just ‘cause life gets loud in the day There’s a seat at the table that still knows their shape And a space in the circle no one can replace Now Carl still anchors, steady and true Terry brings warmth in all that we do Joe Bash with fire, Joe Donnelly with care Derick stands firm, shoulders squared in prayer ...