The Sum of My Confession
by Michael Doyle

I know my Lord
Keeps moving me forward.
He's the God of second chances,
Be it moments of action,
Or failed romances.
He pushes me past dissatisfaction.
Daring me a little further down the road,
Past the limits that I've been told.

I quietly refuse the disrepair,
Looking past the pits of deep despair,
Looking for a little bit of sunshine,
Toward the dreams that I can make mine.
I know that I must keep going on
To the point where all chances are gone,
Until the day that the Lord calls me home.
I'll find real love at last and never be alone.

All of my better angels keep calling,
As life moves past my falling.
So much wrong has been done,
Though I keep following the Son.
It's quite a distance; I've been driven.
I'm grateful that I am forgiven.
It's a confidence game of second-guessing.
This is the sum of my confession.

Don't stand too long is what I've learned
From all the times that I've been burned.
Just keep on going is what life's taught,
Doing my best with what I've brought.
Keeping my eyes on whatever is sought,
That's the best way to avoid being caught.
The half I've learned and then forgotten,
And it seems that's quite a lot.

There have been too many blows to my head,
And quite a few times that I was left for dead.
I didn't have enough sense to concede defeat.
Instead, I always find my way back to my feet.
After I left the military, it took 10 long years,
In a self-made apocalypse of fallen tears,
To find my soul once again,
And now I know, Jesus is my dearest friend. 

All of my better angels keep calling,
As life moves past my falling.
So much wrong has been done,
Though I keep following the Son.
It's quite a distance; I've been driven.
I'm grateful that I am forgiven.
It's a confidence game of second-guessing.
This is the sum of my confession.

(c) January 8, 2026   Michael Doyle
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