Half-Coin, Whole Heart (שְׁקָלִים) full

Verse 1 A half-coin clinks in an open hand, A quiet law across the land. Not gold enough to boast or shine, Just silver drawn along a line. Not to count what I possess, Not to measure worth or bless — But to whisper soft and clear: “You are part — you belong here.” Verse 2 Rich and poor, the same small weight, Equal standing at the gate. No higher tier, no lesser claim, Before the fire, we’re named the same. The altar burns on common ground, Its daily flame by all is crowned. No single hand can own that spark — We build the light against the dark. Chorus Half a coin, whole heart — No one stands alone apart. What I bring is not complete Till your silver meets my seat. Half a coin, shared flame — Different lives, a single Name. Give your half and you will see Holiness is “we.” Verse 3 Silver once betrayed a brother, Coins that cut from one another. Hands that sold and hearts that tore Left a fracture at the core. Now that metal rings again, Not for envy, not for gain — But to heal what once was torn, To stitch the night into the morn. Verse 4 Justice spoken in the square, Contracts signed with honest care — Mishpat shapes the outer wall, Shekalim fund the fire for all. Law and offering intertwine, Bread and incense, grain and wine. You can’t build a sacred place Without a just and level base. Chorus Half a coin, whole heart — Covenant from the start. Every soul a living thread In the daily loaf of bread. Half a coin, one sound — Hear the unity resound. What I give becomes a key To shared eternity. Bridge Not a full coin — that would lie, As if I stood self-satisfied. The half reminds me what is true: I was never meant to do This alone, nor pray alone, Nor stand before the Throne alone. Flame needs ember. Name needs nation. Soul needs shared participation. Final Chorus (Choir swelling) Half a coin, whole heart — Separate hands, a single start. When our silver joins the flame, Heaven hears a people’s name. Half a coin, rising fire — Many lives, one desire. Give your half and you will see We become the sanctuary. Outro (Soft prayer tone) A half-coin resting in my palm, A covenant quiet and calm. I am not less — I am not small — I am part of all.