Though the rains may fall, I will hear and heed your call. Through my darkest days, I will always sing your praise.
Through all that Satan has done, I will keep my eyes on the Son. Whispering my love to your morning, Whatever comes without warning.
When I hear just what I feel, I turn to see, and know it's real. Looking into the spirit of God's endless light, He's taken an aspiration and turned it right.
The sins burn bright in eternal fire. So it is with God's holy desire. The winds blow through the trees, And we pray as we are fallen on our knees.
It's never-ending as we turn to praise. God's love falls on us to the end of days. We learn the only way to love is to give. This is the secret that every Christian lives.
(c) August 18, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The law established by the Creator, which has existed from the beginning, extends over the whole globe, is everywhere and at all times binding upon mankind.’ – Rufus King
Seeing you there on the mountain peak, It takes away my ability to speak. Which is more than something beautiful. It becomes a conception a bit too wonderful.
The trails become empty circles of storied land. Their beauty lost inside your held hand. And me, I'm lost inside the vastness of your eyes Like a lullaby I find hard to recognize.
From the weeping cradle, I've dreamed of your love. Quietly on my own, I have prayed to God above. All my faithlessness comes as a rite of wrongs And your unknown love became my song of songs.
As I look back and reminisce, What love has taught me was impermanence. The twisted hand of fate teased at promise Like shards of glass cutting through my common sense.
Living in the revelations of a painful past Was only the certainty that love doesn't last. The night had its wounds to continually bring And I wrote it into songs I had yet to sing.
From the weeping cradle, I've dreamed of your love. Quietly on my own, I have prayed to God above. All my faithlessness comes as a rite of wrongs And your unknown love became my song of songs.
Until in the discarded memories, I saw your face And just as suddenly I felt the heaven of your grace. You wave hello and are special in every way you can And I became hungry to become your loving man.
There in your transcendent truth of dark and light, I have found my hope in your day and night. Only lovers find the love others yearn to seek And there you were, standing like a summit peak.
From the weeping cradle, I've dreamed of your love. Quietly on my own, I have prayed to God above. AAll my faithlessness comes as a rite of wrongs And your unknown love became my song of songs.
(c) August 17, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“One of the most important phases of maturing is that of growth from self-centering to an understanding relationship to others. A person is not mature until he has both an ability and a willingness to see himself as one among others and to do unto those others as he would have them do to him.” – Harry Allen Overstreet
“Kings or parliaments could not give the rights essential to happiness… We claim them from a higher source – from the King of kings, and Lord of all the earth. They are not annexed to us by parchments and seals. They are created in us by the decrees of Providence, which establish the laws of our nature. They are born with us; exist with us; and cannot be taken from us by any human power, without taking our lives.” – John Dickinson
We find God's lessons spoken Serving like Nehemiah to fix what's broken, Renewing Israel's holy prosperity Following many years of austerity.
Nebuchadnezzar exiled the Jews to Babylon, Until allowed to return from the pantheon. The Jewish people returned from their exile, As Nehemiah returned God's favor with guile.
A broken heart often begins the story. It's found in all ages in restoring God's glory. Beginning with days of mourning and fasting, Nehemiah was resolutely devoted to God everlasting.
With a holy sense of discontent, something had to change, And so Nehemiah exchanged comfort to rearrange Those things taken for granted and in their place. This was done so that the Jewish people would have God's grace.
In a mournful prayer to the Lord, ever awesome Nehemiah prayed for the redemption into a holy kingdom. In this request for redemption and conversation, God's mercy returned His favor on the Israelite nation.
Prayerful recovery came on the knees of humility To ask that God show compassion to fallen humanity. He asked to bring his people back to their homeland, And God only asked that they follow His holy command.
It seems to find the best sense of satisfaction Prayer must be followed up on with real action. This truth, may not always seem so, but is necessary, And through it, God's people build their legacy.
We must remember the good things as God's grace. It's a simple matter of humbly recalling our place. In the toughest times, everyone has their special role. Repairing what is present in the form of their healing soul.
Ordinary people know that they must take their part. In every sacrifice is the willingness of the heart. Together, we rebuild all that has broken. We work to set right what God has spoken.
All of us together make our great participation, Knowing faithfulness rebuilds a cherished nation. Everyone's task is known and fully matters. The example of our leaders encourages or shatters.
Serving the Lord always comes down to our choice. Acting as we should in response to God's voice. It is all in God's good timing that we act, As we listen to God and obey as a matter of fact.
We know that our good actions will face opposition. It is an age-old part of this noble proposition. Evil delights in ridicule in its open attack. We must not be afraid or be taken aback.
We remember the Lord, and are ready to fight, Protecting our families, shielded by the light. Armed in self-protection, God's work goes on. Doing the Kingdom's work, we stand and labor on.
The rebuilt walls act to protect the people, While God's commands and law ring from the steeple. The joy of the Lord becomes our lasting strength Regardless of how long the day's length.
Our priority must be found in every relationship. How we love people becomes our greatest worship. It is how we rebuild our heavenly homes to come For we know this is the path of our Father's kingdom.
We act on God's holy imprint on everyone's soul, Though we know we must give up desire for control. This, then, is the path of humanity's redemption, And it must be kept steady in our daily contemplation.
Obeying God frees us eternally from being lost. We know that Christ has already paid that cost. Knowing this, we must actively respond to God's call, Facing what is before us, we rebuild God's wall.
(c) August 16, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“For Noah, preaching 120 years without results meant choosing the hard road year after year. Nehemiah, building the wall of Jerusalem, faced constant harassment by enemies from within and without. We cannot honestly, authentically, reasonably and deliberately serve our Lord without our willingness to accept difficulties and inconveniences.” – K. P. Yohannan
It Takes Money (A Farmer Meets Reality) by Michael Doyle
The land and you Are everything to me. The mortgage is due, And hellhounds are dogging me.
All that I want to do Is to farm this land. A simple, honest farm and you, But the Lord gave me a steady hand.
It takes money To raise our family. One bad harvest isn't funny. But two might just end you and me.
They call me the hunter, night and day. Without a bullet wasted, is what they say. I'll do what I have to do For the good of me and you.
So, I'll fall in with the law man, Selling him the use of my gun hand. Riding down to the Dead Line Where I'll make more than one rogue mine.
It takes money To raise our family. One bad harvest isn't funny. But two might just end you and me.
Forty acres and this old mule, It's what it takes to buy the fuel. At the end of this ole war, I would have thought our souls were worth more.
I'm going down to the place with no laws. It's a rough patch filled with outlaws. Some seek after some kind of paradise, It's hard to find it between the Devil's lies.
It takes money To raise our family. One bad harvest isn't funny. But two might just end you and me.
So, I'll fall in with the law man, Lord have mercy on my gun hand. Riding down to the Dead Line For the good of us, I'll make that rogue mine.
Death rides hard under tall blue skies, I can see that hidden in your dusky eyes. You and me watch the turkey vultures soar, Our eyes on each other, certain there will be no more.
It takes money To raise our family. One bad harvest isn't funny. But two might just end you and me.
(c) August 15, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 