Psalms In The Heart

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

 Only by darkness does a man know his place. Only by absence does he search for the Face. One time he feels the Creator works on him. One time he feels his own strength is not dim. But both states come from the root above, to teach him the path to prayer and love. When darkness falls it is not for despair. It is a doorway, a call to prepare. Lowliness above reason is not defeat, it is walking with faith when nothing feels sweet. When the Creator is felt, it is not because man won. It is because the Creator decided to shine like the sun. And through the dark man learns to see that every approach begins from He. Ascents and descents, this is how we walk. Through broken feeling, through prayerful talk. The vessels need Hassadim, mercy and grace, so the heart can endure every changing place. Only from darkness can love-sick rise, when all feels lost before the eyes. Then from the depth, if the cry is true, help comes from the Creator to carry him through. So every moment renew th...

Cause and Consequence  We live in a world of cause and consequence The way things are going, it truly makes sense The ground parting around the world Showing us our choices weren't furled Africa splitting into two All because of our egoistic view Because of the hatred expressed in the lands Instead of holding each other’s hands The mountains groan and the oceans rise While man still trades in his selfish lies He builds his towers, he draws his lines Then acts surprised at the warning signs The earth itself begins to shake From all the blows that our egos make For nature follows one perfect law While man keeps tearing with tooth and claw We were not made to live this way Devouring night and cursing day We were made to learn, to bend, to see That love alone can set us free For every fracture in the ground Reflects a hatred we have found And every storm and every flame Whispers back man is to blame Yet covered deep beneath the pain There still remains a holy gain For every crack that ...

 The Torah and Prayer Torah and Prayer are two opposite parts Our job is to learn the difference so we can start Torah brings Light from Above down below Prayer raises the lack from the heart’s inner woe One fills the vessel, the other reveals The cracks in the soul that the ego conceals Torah is given, a gift from the King Prayer is the cry that the broken ones bring One is the answer, the other the plea Together they build true equivalency When I learn Torah but don’t feel the need It turns into knowledge that starves out the seed But when prayer awakens from deep in despair The Torah brings Light and corrects what is there So back and forth like the breath that we take Deficiency rising, fulfillment awake Not one without two, not two without One This is the path till correction is done So give me the lack, let my heart truly pray Then dress it with Torah to show me the way For in this connection, the two become One And the work of the Creator in us is begun

The Man Who Sold His Beams He came to the path with fire in his chest Certain his wisdom was better than the rest He spoke about love, connection, the light But inside his ego prepared for the fight. The Ten sat together like brothers in line Each one carrying a spark of the Divine But his will to receive began its routine Searching the cracks in the human machine. “Look at that friend, he’s lazy as hell. That one talks big but his heart you can’t tell. And that one over there, what a fraud in disguise.” Thus spoke the sweet voice of the inner spies. At first he believed it—every damn word. The poison felt smart, logical, assured. He sharpened his judgment like a polished blade While the bridge to the friends quietly decayed. Then the darkness arrived like a cold desert wind. The lessons felt empty, no warmth within. The Creator went silent, the heart turned to stone And suddenly he felt completely alone. He cursed the Ten. He cursed the path. He cursed the Creator in quiet wrath. “May...