Psalms In The Heart

🌍 The Frequency of Faith and Love ( William S. Becker ) When our broken hearts unite as one, a trembling Light ascends above, Faith pierces through the shattered clay and spreads the warmth of love. The world kli breathes a higher truth the nations feel but cannot name, A silent wave through human souls that melts the hatred, cools the flame. We rise above our reason’s screams, refusing ego’s iron shove, And every step against ourselves becomes a broadcast born of love. For when the Ten stands arm-in-arm, the world receives what we’ve begun, A pulse of faith that lifts the earth toward peace beneath a single sun. They do not know from where it came, this strange desire to rise above, But hearts begin to soften now, awakened gently by our love. For faith above all reason’s lies becomes the wavelength nations feel, And every breath of unity helps all humanity to heal. So let us bow our heads as one, and beg the Creator up above, To fill this empty, aching world with waves of faith and ...

Expanding Consciousness by William S. Becker I was trapped inside this skin of clay, My thoughts just echoed what they’d say. A mirror cracked, reflecting pain, Yet through the shards, Love called my name. The world I saw was small and tight, My truth was bound by self-made night. But in that dark, a spark did start, A whispered pulse inside my heart. I reached for You through friends and tears, Through years of doubts and silent fears. Each wall I broke was made of me, Each fall unmasked what I could see. You taught me how to rise above, To change my sight through acts of love. The more I gave, the more I knew, That You and I were never two. Now every breath expands the whole, Each friend a doorway to my soul. Our hearts entwined, no more defense, This Love — our shared omnipresence. So take my mind, my will, my place, Dissolve them in Your boundless grace. For consciousness, I’ve come to find, Is Love revealing the One behind.

 I asked the Question "If our eye's don't see and our ear's don't hear and our noise doesn't smell then what are we?  And this is what came out... What Are We We have eyes that don’t see and ears that don’t hear, We walk through the garden but nothing is clear. The scent of the holy is lost in the air, A noise with no fragrance, a heart unaware. We’re vessels half-fashioned—desire undone, A room full of candles that’s missing the sun. Great treasures within us we fail to reveal, For we measure the world by what we can feel. Yet feeling deceives when it serves only me, It blinds and it binds and it fails to let be. So we stumble in darkness, convinced we are right, Claiming we see—while rejecting the Light. But Faith Above Reason —the step past our sight— This turns the dark valley to morning’s first light. Not faith to believe some comforting lie, But faith to rise higher than senses can try. To trust in the friends when the ego says flee, To build a new vision...

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