With every breath's exhalation, I speak of you with inspiration. My fingers crawl across the pages. At every turn, you're the rock of ages.
The Lord God withstood sacrifice. I can only hope that what I do will suffice. In all the doing, done, and understood, I live my life for the good.
You are the savior in this fight, Keeper of faith and bringer of light. Holy then is your sacred name, Jesus - the lifter of my heavy shame.
At the cornerstone is your faith and inspiration. I walk my steps in life seeking after aspiration. With the passing of my wounded generation, I hope my life's love leaves some veneration.
As it reaches across and connects To the generation that will come next, As a child of God, I bear His holy name, And hope my children will be the same.
(c)July 31, 2025 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