Psalms In The Heart

 We praise the Light, then crawl like dust, Begging the fire while serving lust. The Creator’s great—but not by word, By what breaks inside when truth is heard. Two roads were carved before man’s feet: Hasten the soul—or suffer defeat. Achishena burns through chosen flame, Be’ito drags through sorrow and shame. The whip still strikes the one who waits, Time don’t knock—it devastates. Pain’s the teacher when pride won’t bend, Till shattered bones cry out for Ten. Society ain’t some social chair, It’s the forge that proves your prayer. What you breathe into hearts nearby, Returns as wings—or leaves you dry. If I bring fire, they hand me sun. If I bring self, I come undone. A man alone feeds death its due, But Ten makes old creation new. The world finds peace when each one knows: The Creator’s greatness is what grows. Not through fear, nor empty cry— But lifting friends until self dies. So damn my laziness, scorch my pride, Don’t let “in time” become my ride. I choose the path w...