By His breath, I learned how to breathe, Giving my love to His truth and no longer deceived. I stand with my hands stretched to Heaven above. I've put away the weakness of hate for God's love.
My heart beats in time with God's song. I only wonder why it took this long. I walked into the Lord's path through grace, With the love of God shining on my face.
I had put my faith in learning to be tough Only to find it would never be enough. Lying wounded in a deadman's bed, Thoughts of Jesus entered my battered head.
Praying to an unknown God, I cried, Having given up on all else I had tried. Step by step, I've found my life revived. Thanks to God's love, I survived.
This wasn't a time of proverbial one-and-done, I turned my life over to the Father and the Son. Asking to be God's servant in my broken heart, I only hope I can somehow live up to my part.
(c) November 13, 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