Psalms In The Heart

When the prayer is formed from the broken heart Because it's with the ego you wish to part No words from the mouth or mind Can reveal what’s hidden behind It’s the silent cry beneath the breath The plea that lives between life and death Where the soul admits it cannot stand And reaches out with trembling hand For the Creator does not hear the tongue Not the songs so cleverly sung He hears the shatter, the crack, the tear The place where pride dissolves to prayer When the heart breaks open wide When the self has nowhere left to hide Then the upper light begins to flow For only then can we truly let go A broken heart is the door we cross Where we finally accept our helpless loss And in that collapse, that humbled fall We feel Him answering us all.

If the right attracts and the left repels, The right is heaven, the left is hell. But both are threads the One hand weaves, The push that breaks, the pull that breathes. The right says, "Come, My love, return," The left says, "Burn until you learn." Two forces striking one same heart, One to mend and one to part. For heaven isn’t joy alone, It’s the place where we let go of “my own.” And hell’s not fire or endless night, It’s the shame of being far from the Light. So I stand between the two that tear— One lifts with love, one strips me bare. And only when both live in me Can the heart break open and finally see. Heaven is bestowal, a quiet embrace. Hell is the fury of self I must face. But both are the steps on the same narrow stair— And I climb, with my brothers, in one single prayer.

The life we live is a funny thing Feeling one’s heart as it sings Songs of love and hate collide, Two rivers raging side-by-side. One pulls soft, like morning rain, The other burns with hidden pain. We learn to give, then hesitate— To rise above, then bow to fate. Oh how we walk this razor line, Between the beast and the divine. To hold the blow, yet still embrace, To vanish me and make Him place. For love without the hate is weak, And hate without the love is bleak. The two are forged inside our chest, So we may find the One Who’s best. I break, I mend, I fall, I stand— Each step not mine, but by His hand. The opposites in me unite: Dark becomes fuel, to birth the Light.

Heart Made New The right love doesn't hide It cuts you open from inside It burns the lies you held so dear And whispers, “Brother, I am here.” It isn't soft, it isn't kind It drags the ego out the mind It tears the heart, but leaves it whole It carves a vessel from the soul It throws you down so you can kneel So faith above the reason’s real It breaks the walls you built for years And washes you with silent tears In the ten, this love is born From every fall, from every scorn We learn to rise, to bend, to give To die each day — and yet to live The right love doesn’t let you stay Inside your self, locked far away It lifts you into one shared breath Where “I” dissolves a holy death So take my heart, Creator, please

I woke with a hole where my chest used to be, An emptiness screaming like oceans in me. No answer, no comfort, no wisdom to find— Just a silence that claws at the edges of mind. I begged for relief, for a reason, a light, For someone to tell me I’m doing this right. But the heavens stayed quiet, the floor fell away, And I learned that the void is where He wants me to pray. This pain isn’t punishment, loss, or mistake— It’s the hunger He carves so my soul will awake. For the cup that is empty is ready to fill, And the heart that is broken can learn to be still. So I stand here with nothing, with no place to land, And I stretch out my wounds like a child with his hand. Fill me, my Father, with love from above— For this brutal is holy, and it’s covered in love.

As society breaks apart They'll need to know how to start Living this life anew Without the problems that went askew My heart bleeds for the Creator's love Forgetting how to rise above Sometimes i don't know if i am coming or going In the storm, the pain keeps growing I scream in silence to the empty air Wondering if anyone is truly there My chest feels heavy like it's caving in Dragging the memory of every sin I love the ten but my ego fights Claws in my throat in sleepless nights One breath of love, then poison thought Each step forward feels like i'm caught But still i drag myself back to the flame Calling the Creator's endless name Tear-stained prayers mixed with trembling rage Trying to write love on a burning page I don't want peace if it's empty and cold I want a heart that the ten can hold I want to burn, to break, to fall If that's what it takes to love through it all So take my confusion, take my spite Take the war I wage each endless ...

  “The World Ain’t Closing In” by William S. Becker Some days it feels the world caves in, Like walls that press beneath the skin. My thoughts, they scatter, twist, and shout, While faith fights hard to drown them out. Old memories knock — they want a seat, They whisper shame and half-defeat. But I ain’t buying what they sell, I’ve walked through worse, and walked it well. For G-D don’t like the ugly lie, That says “give up” or “don’t even try.” He built this soul with stubborn flame, That laughs at darkness — calls it by name. I talk to Him through smoke and tears, Through quiet hopes and hidden fears. He smiles, I know, through every test, And whispers, “Son, just do your best.” So let the thoughts parade and spin, They can’t shake what I hold within. For I was made to ride the storm, To break, then bloom, to fall, transform. And when I’m old — say one-four-zero, Still fighting ego like a hero, I’ll grin and say, “That Light was mine — It burned through hell, but stayed di...