Psalms In The Heart

I thought responsibility meant standing tall, Doing my part, never ready to fall. Fixing my steps, correcting my way, Proving my worth day after day. But the truth broke through like a merciless wave: No one here asked me to be brave. No one asked me to finish the race— Only to care for the friends in this place. We’re all in one boat, cracked and worn, Floating between despair and dawn. No one steering, no one clean, Just broken hearts and borrowed dreams. I have no power to fix a soul, No strength to make another whole. I can’t force light, I can’t command sight, I can’t pull a friend out of night. So where’s my work if I can’t perform? Where’s responsibility if I can’t transform? It hit me hard, simple and clear— My job is to stay near. To care when faith runs dry, To hold the rope when spirits die. Not to lift them, not to lead— But to remind them we all need . Responsibility isn’t doing it right, It’s refusing to leave the fight. It’s saying, “Brother, I’m just like you— Same do...

  Stand Guard One must stand guard when the heart wants sleep, When the mouth says faith but the tears won’t weep. When lessons play and the body’s there, But the soul is missing its daily care. We say “day” when the light feels near, We say “night” when the goal’s unclear. But truth cuts deep when we check inside— We guard the hours, not the fire we hide. We wake for lessons, coffee in hand, But who’s evoking the heart of the man? Who knocks on the chest when the friend goes quiet, When absence becomes our silent diet? We mourn the missing, yet still move on, Calling it patience, calling it strong. But love that waits and never calls Is fear dressed up as spiritual walls. We say, “He’s busy,” “Life’s too tight,” While hearts drift off into endless night. What’s missing isn’t the chairs or names— It’s the cry that burns without shame. What’s missing is trembling, raw and loud, Not polished prayers or spiritual pride. What’s missing is fear of losing the bond, Fear of a ten th...

  “There Is a Chair Still Warm” We didn’t gather by chance, we were pulled by a thread From a spark in the heart to the words that were said From Israel nights when the sounds weren’t clear Still the bond was forming, even through fear We learned without language, through effort and pain When Hebrew fell silent, the heart still remained Not every word landed, not every line fit But the longing was louder than intellect Carl held the line when the work felt tight James burned like a candle, pure love, pure light Jean ran the race till the world called his name Oscar carried burdens we never could blame Time pulled them sideways, work pulled them away But love doesn’t vanish just ‘cause life gets loud in the day There’s a seat at the table that still knows their shape And a space in the circle no one can replace Now Carl still anchors, steady and true Terry brings warmth in all that we do Joe Bash with fire, Joe Donnelly with care Derick stands firm, shoulders squared in prayer ...

“Fear That Gives Birth to Joy” I thought fear was shadows, chains, and cold, A trembling heart afraid to step out bold. I thought joy was laughter, light, and song, Never knew the two could walk along. I feared the pain, the loss, the shame, I feared being called by Heaven’s name. But deeper still, a quieter cry— What if I take… and sever “why”? Not fear of blows, not fear of fire, But fear my hands betray desire. That I receive just for my sake, And split the bond I ache to make. The Light stands still, it never flees, No change above—only in me. The screen is thin, the heart is small, Yet still He waits… through every fall. The earth is full of glory bright, Yet I walk blind in borrowed sight. Faith above reason, dry and tight, Until the fear guards truth at night. Not fear of lack, not fear of loss, But fear of stepping off the cross— Of bestowal, love, restraint, Where ego screams and faith feels faint. And there—right there—the miracle starts, Fear builds vessels out of shards. Fr...

The War In The Heart We live in the moment, but exist in our thoughts We engage in the war, with many battles fought Never realizing the battles in the heart Is where every true victory starts We blame the world, the noise, the pain The bills, the phones, the loss, the rain But the real fight hides deep inside Where ego rules and truth must hide I wake up early, coffee in hand Smile on my face, barely can stand I join the lesson, camera on While inside me the war goes on I want to love, I want to give But I also want what helps me live Two voices pulling, night and day One says “take,” the other “pray” The heart is a field where armies meet Desire and faith, retreat and repeat And every friend is a mirror I see Showing the war that lives in me When I fall, the Ten lifts me up When I’m empty, they fill my cup Not with answers, not with blame But shared effort, loss, and flame So I don’t run from the inner fight I bring it to friends, into the light Because the war was never “ou...

Verse 1 – Keter (Morning / Awakening) I wake up stirred by a whisper I can’t name Coffee still brewing, heart already in flame Didn’t ask for this pull, didn’t plan this call Something inside says, “Get up — that’s all” The light comes first, no question, no why Just a tap on the soul as the day goes by No merit, no effort, no crown on my head Just breath in my chest and a path ahead Verse 2 – Chokhmah (Early Day / Inspiration) I feel it rush in, I’m alive and I’m strong Everything’s clear, nothing feels wrong The lesson hits hard, the friends feel close I swear to myself, “This time I’ll coast” I want it all, every spark, every taste Fill me up fast, don’t let it go to waste But the more I receive, the less I can see This light ain’t mine — it’s carrying me Verse 3 – Binah (Midday / Resistance) Then comes the weight, like a hand on my chest Suddenly stopping, suddenly rest I don’t wanna take, I don’t wanna lie If He’s the Giver — then who am I? I pull back hard, build walls in my mind...

Learning to Love (With The Ten) I've traveled the world, and fought with might I've sailed the seas, searching for light But through my journeys, filled with plight Learning to love is what fills my sight Joining the Ten of courageous men Who fight to the last of what’s within Each battle a chance to finally see The evil nature inside of me I thought the war was out there to win With fists, with pride, with borrowed sin But every road I tried to outrun Led back to the war I hadn’t begun The enemy spoke with my own voice Dressed every demand up as “choice” He quoted truth to justify theft And called it faith when nothing was left In the Ten I broke, in the Ten I fell Every friend a mirror of hell Not hell of fire, but self-concern Where every desire just wants return Yet there—right there—in the shared despair A quiet force filled the air Not power, not pride, not being right Just hearts agreeing to aim at Light We lost ourselves, and something grew A strength no victory ever k...