Reading Between The Lines
Reading Between the Lines The Torah comes quiet, it don’t shout or shine, But it slowly starts draining what once felt like “mine.” The strength that felt solid begins to feel thin, Like a war you keep fighting but never can win. You sit with the pages, the words feel so deep, Yet something inside you just wants to go sleep. The body gets heavy, the thoughts start to roam, The will to receive says, “Just leave it, go home.” But Rabash is whispering under the sound, “It's not your true strength that is being worn down.” It’s the pride that is cracking, the self standing tall, That strength has to weaken so love can be called. You read and you read but the letters don’t say, The real work is hidden in what fades away. The harder it feels, the more empty you stand, The more you're being shaped by a higher hand. Alone you grow tired, your fire burns thin, The battles feel heavy, you can’t seem to win. But sit with the friends and the air starts to change, A power appears tha...