Weight To Words
by Michael Doyle

In these, the end of days
I think of a million ways
We needed to attach weight to words
And all of the misdeeds occurred

Life's constant motion gets the best of me
When I think of all that might yet be
Knowing that trust becomes a necessity
When the truth is told between you and me

Choices made become the voice to hear
When the curtain falls to make it clear
That butterfly dreams in a caterpillar's mind
Seems an odd set of thoughts to find

Yet, that is precisely what is entwined
In all the mental resources we have mined
In thinking thoughts that become who we are
At least when we wish on that proverbial star

How did the workaday world become such a blur
It used to be a slower tapestry that occurred
As if it were nothing but a simple stride
And now I find that I most often need to confide

To that God of wonder for us all
Knowing he watches us as we call
In our joy and in His praise
Because He is the sum of love in our days

Heaven shares its triumphant crown
As the next blessed thing, we have found
We turn to find that darkness is slain
By His mighty words that keep us sayin'

Worthy is the Lord we worship
Finding love is a holy relationship
It's something more than good enough
And we stand strong to call Satan's bluff

It turns out that Yahweh is who we serve
And from Him, we get the richness we deserve
There is so very much we have to gain
As we casually live under Heaven's reign

(c) April 3, 2025   Michael Doyle
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