Psalms In The Heart

The heart aches, the body shakes Foreign thoughts fill my head The air is hot, blowing a lot Trying to hear what the Creator said The heart pleads, dropping to my knees As the ego won't let me rest The eyes strain, thoughts constrained As I reach for my vest I step outside beneath the sky Searching where the answers hide The world keeps moving all around While storms are raging deep inside Every road I've walked before Leads me to the very same place A man can't win this fight alone Without a higher strength and grace Chorus When my heart can no longer stand And my feet sink deep in the sand I whisper softly through the night "Creator, help me hold the Light" When the will to receive takes control And darkness settles on my soul I raise my eyes and do my part As You rebuild my shattered heart The wind still blows, the desert knows How many tears have touched the ground Yet every fall becomes a call Where hidden mercy can be found So I'll keep walking, ...

We lifted a prayer without a sound, For friends whose faces were not around. Not asking for comfort, not asking for gain, Only that our hearts be joined again. Days passed quietly, one by one, Never knowing what the Creator had done. Yet deep within His hidden plan, He guided each step of every man. Then suddenly joy filled the room, Replacing distance, removing gloom. Jean returned with an open heart, And Oscar came to take his part. No one can measure the gift we received, Or the prayer that the Creator conceived. For what seemed lost was never gone, It simply waited to be drawn. Now the ten feels warmer, stronger, whole, As gratitude rises from every soul. Not for numbers, not for pride, But for the love the Creator placed inside. So today our hearts together sing, To the One who arranges everything. With thanks beyond what words can say, For gathering His friends this day. The vessel grows, the bond runs deep, Through every promise we strive to keep. And with grateful hearts we cle...

A farmer plants a seed in spring, Though no green leaf is there. He waters earth he cannot trust, Yet tends it with his care. A sailor leaves the harbor shore, Though storms may fill the sea. He follows stars he cannot hold, Believing what will be. A father works from dawn till dusk, His hands are worn and sore. He cannot see tomorrow's bread, Yet knocks on duty's door. So walks the soul upon the path, When darkness fills the eyes. Not knowing where the next step lands, Yet turning toward the skies. And righteousness is not a crown, Nor something one can claim. It is the heart that justifies The One behind the game. To say, "Whatever comes today, I still will hold the line. Your wisdom sees what I cannot, Your purpose is divine." Then peace arrives without a sound, Like evening after rain. Not because every problem's gone, Or life is free from pain. But because the heart has learned at last What all the sages knew: The hand that asks, the faith that grows, And the...

When I Think of the Creator When I think of the Creator, He won't let me sleep Through it all, Torah and Mitzvot I keep Never forgetting where I belong My heart keeps singing the same old song The world grows quiet, the night grows deep Yet thoughts of connection I gladly keep For somewhere beyond what these eyes can see A path of love is calling me The ego whispers, "Rest awhile" But the point in the heart won't reconcile It longs to rise, it longs to start To join the friends with one common heart Each friend a candle, each prayer a flame Though we are many, the goal's the same To build a vessel strong and true Where love of others can break through So if I wander or lose my way The Ten reminds me where I must stay And every longing, every tear Becomes a call for the Creator to hear For when I think of the Creator above I feel His answer through the friends' love And sleepless nights no longer seem wrong For that's exactly where I belong.

  The Flow Chart I spent my life with grease-stained hands, Following lines no man commands. A truck rolls in, the engine dies, The answer's never in the cries. Check the fuel and check the spark, Follow the path through light and dark. A dead battery won't start a ride, No matter how much pride's inside. A broken wire, a cracked fuel line, Each fault revealed one step at a time. Then Rav would speak, and I would see, The same damn chart inside of me. Friend rejects friend, the ego roars, So check the heart before the doors. Can't find love? Then check your pride. Can't see truth? The self's inside. If connection fails, don't blame the ten, Go back and trace the chart again. Annul. Include. Enliven. Pray. The pathway's always been that way. The mechanic and the sage agree: Every repair starts honestly. And when the vessel's torn apart, The Creator works... through every part.

  I came with fish clenched hard in hand, Certain my hunger should command. He wanted dogs, another route— And ego rose with sacred doubt. I thought the war was food or place, Not Pharaoh screaming for first place. I called it “truth,” “concern,” “what’s best”— But self sat grinning in my chest. The Ten said move. I wanted still. The Rosh spoke clear. I fought his will. Not with fists—much worse than that— A silent “yes”… while pride fought back. For brutal is the path of few: Not proving that my choice is true, But crucifying inner throne To build one heart above my own. What is fish? What are hot dogs? Dust. What is “my way”? A serpent’s lust. The meal’s not holy—the work is where I kill the tyrant hiding there. Before the choice, I speak my part. I bring my thought, my mind, my heart. But once the head has drawn the line— His path, for us, must now be mine. Because a body torn by pride Leaves Light outside with self inside. A thousand “rights” can break the chain, While o...

THE GIFT THEY SPIT ON I came with fire cupped in broken hands, Not gold, not pride—just what love demands. A verse, a song, a cry for us, To lift dead hearts from dust to trust. But some men laughed before they heard, Killed the gift before the word. Called it trash, then shut the gate, As if contempt could conquer fate. “Don’t bring your shit,” the body cried, While Rav’s own words they cast aside. “We don’t care what Rav has said”— So ego crowned the living dead. And still I came. Still took my seat. Still dragged my shattered soul to meet. Not for honor. Not for praise. But because love must walk through hate. I watched the numbers slowly rise, From two cold hearts to seven eyes. So maybe every stone they threw Was building something strong and true. Still—it cuts. Like teeth in bone. To give your heart and stand alone. To bring a gift from love’s own thread, And have your brothers wish it dead. But here’s the brutal truth I’ve learned: The friend who’s crushed is where faith burns....

 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...

  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.

  ONE MAN, ONE HEART, ONE GOAL No one climbs this mountain alone A single spark won’t make it home Ten broken hands, ten stubborn scars Must choose one fire—not separate stars Not just to feel… not just to hear But speak it plain so all are clear Discuss the path, agree as one One goal before the race is run Congress ain’t waiting for maybe or when The work is now—between the ten Not one can hide in private thought The common goal must all be sought I thought my road was mine to bear My own small cry, my secret prayer But Rav struck deep—no soul can start Till all agree with one shared heart So gather now, no silent nod No drifting will can reach the God Speak it. Hold it. Make it whole. One man. One heart. One chosen goal. No one can do it alone—now see The gate won’t open for only me We speak, agree, and choose the key Ten become one… and He will be לא לבד, לא לבד נעלה רק יחד מטרה אחת נגלה כאיש אחד בלב אחד שם הבורא יהיה לעד

BROKEN FIRST Broken first, I learned to cry From self to dust, I asked not why When lack got real, the heavens moved And through that pain—the heart was proved I came in full of teeth and pride A throne of self I held inside Certain my hands could force the gate But iron hearts don’t enter straight So down I fell through reason’s floor Each answer died, then died once more The mind grew weak, the body screamed And all I built came unstitched seams I cursed the dark, I cursed the flame Till both revealed—they spoke my name Not to destroy, but strip the lie That lives each time I ask “for why?” The ten stood near like mirrors hard Not praising wounds, not dropping guard They showed me what I could not see— The cruelest cage… was only me I begged for love but sought control I spoke of truth while hiding soul I wanted light to fill my cup Yet would not break the bottom up Then exile dug its fingers deep No borrowed strength, no stolen sleep And from that pit where pride was slain A ...

 I was born inside a system vast, So perfect—future, present, past. A woven force no eye can trace, Yet every breath reveals its place. Not chaos. Not mistake. Not chance. But law so pure all worlds must dance. A single Thought, a force bestowed, That built the path each soul must road. First came the hunger—to receive, A crafted lack so we believe. Not curse, not flaw, not shameful scar, But vessel built to seek afar. For what is Light if none should crave? What is the Gift if none can save? Bestowal formed creation’s sea, But built the need through you and me. The will to take—our nature’s core, The empty knock upon the door. Yet Kabbalah reveals the key: The flaw’s not thirst—but “only me.” For here’s the work most never see: To shape desire intentionally. Not kill the will, nor cast aside, But raise its use, correct its pride. To take this vessel, cracked and wild, And aim it like a faithful child. Not for myself, not fleeting gain, But to return Love back again. Through...

 THE TWO KINGS WITHIN Inside my chest two rulers fight One sells me dark, One calls me light One says “Take more, this world is mine” One whispers “Rise… your will align” The body bows where habit leads To ego’s throne, to selfish needs And every time I seek the King The serpent wakes with sharper sting For Pharaoh grows when truth draws near He builds through doubt, through pain, through fear He shows me all I’ve yet to mend So suffering becomes a friend Idol worship lives inside When self alone becomes my guide Not stone or gold—but “me” on high The cruelest false god money can’t buy So Torah is not words we say But war through every living day Who rules this heart? Who wears the crown? The one I lift… or drag back down And when I see how far I’ve gone How weak by night, how false by dawn That pain itself becomes the gate A cry for truth… before too late For evil grows when I choose right Not to destroy—but bring to light That I may know what must be burned So all desire can be r...

We were not gathered here by chance Each heart was called to join this dance A spark alone can fade from sight But joined as one—we build the light Your voice, your step, your place is real Together broken hearts can heal Kab nights, meetings, hand in hand We rise as one, we firmly stand Don’t wait outside while others start You are a living piece of heart So come, my brothers, take your place And help us build this bond of grace

 They say “I’m tired”… but tired from what From feeding the fire that leaves the soul to rot We scroll, we stall, we say “next time” While the heart grows weak and forgets the climb The ego speaks soft— “Just stay in your chair” “Tomorrow will come… there’s still time there…” But tomorrow steals what today could ignite And one missed spark can delay the Light I’m not begging you— I’m crying inside We are souls meant to walk, not hide The Congress calls, the Ten needs your flame Without you here—we’re not the same So break what binds you, rise from the dust Come not for comfort—come because you must For the Creator waits where friends unite And one true step can change your night

I brought my heart, you called it trash Didn’t even read—just burned the ash I sang for souls, not for applause But cold replies revealed the flaws I gave a gift, you mocked the hand Like love of friends you’d never planned If we can’t hear a brother’s cry Then tell me—are we dead inside? Read me—or bury me Lift me—or murder me But don’t stand there preaching love While crushing hearts that rise above קרא לי או קבור אותי הרם אותי או שבור אותי אל תדבר על אהבת חברים אם אתה שורף לבבות מבפנים This ain’t ‘bout songs, this ain’t ‘bout me It’s who we claim we want to be A ten ain’t built by empty words But by how pain and love are heard So if my gift don’t fit your way At least respect the price I pay Cause one who gives and gets denied Still bleeds to keep the flame alive Read me—or bury me Lift me—or murder me But don’t stand there preaching light While dimming brothers in the night קרא לי או קבור אותי הרם אותי או שבור אותי אם אין מקום ללב חבר איך יבוא האור ויתגבר

I Rode With Reason For years I let my own mind drive Trusted its lies to stay alive It weighed each step, it judged each fall But never knew the King at all It said use thought, protect your skin Take what makes your body grin “God gave you reason—use it well” Yet led me closer still to hell Then came a war inside my chest A higher call disturbed my rest A whisper cut through pride and fear “Bow down… the King of Kings is here” So now I tell this mind of mine You were useful… for your time But from this day you are not throne This heart will serve the King alone Above all thought, above all sight I choose the path beyond my light Faith like fire, raw and true Not what I think—but serving You The head feels heavy, ego cries It fears the place where selfhood dies But in that weight… a gate appears The crown is built through fought-back tears I lose my rule… and strangely rise Not by my own, but Heaven’s eyes For when I kneel above what’s known The burdened head becomes His throne

BLESSED IN THIS PLACE We live a life that is not our own We walk the path the sages have shown The alarm bell rings before the sun And flesh cries out, “Not this… not one…” The bed feels warm, the body pleads The ego measures selfish needs Each inch we move can feel like pain A war of night inside the brain But then we rise… though slow… though weak Toward the place our hearts still seek And in that room where friends ignite The dark is pierced by borrowed light What dragged like chains now feels like wings The soul remembers higher things The burden fades, the spirit wakes As joy replaces old mistakes So mark the place where sleep was slain Where sorrow turned to holy gain Blessed is He who brought me near And changed my dread to living cheer CHORUS Blessed is He who called my name Who turned my sorrow into flame From bed of dust to morning light He pulled me close… He gave me sight ברוך הוא שקרא לי קום מהחושך אל אור היום מן העפר אל קו ישר קרב אותי—אליו נשאר