There are times when there is nowhere to go, Tyranny transforms freedom into a tear's flow. Sometimes in some places, the price for liberty Is to join the ranks of those remembered by history.
At those times, there is but to pray and wait, Action will have its time later, sure as fate. There is nothing left to do but bide one's time, The waste of needless death is not sublime.
There does come a time that calls for action, Even a Christian feels a need for satisfaction. Having turned more cheek than has been told, There comes a time to make one's own road.
The enemy is keen to keep up its obstruction, But a true Christian must stand against destruction. No one is bigger than God; let this be known. And in everything done, let's act to ensure it's shown.
What then is the price that the holy are willing to pay That no evil be done and only good travels this way. Is the cost of sanctification too heavy a burden, And is the fear of what comes after death what's hurting?
For those who find it difficult to do what is right, Let there be compensation that will make one's duty light. What is the price of protecting the spiritually innocent? And if we don't, aren't we admitting to being deficient?
There comes a point when a conscience can't be bought. When that red line is reached, the battle must be fought. The defense of why behind the methods of resistance, Must, until the last man, be spoken with persistence.
May God guide trembling hands for what must be done. The sacrifices to be made are for the Father and the Son. Life teaches that faith without action is no faith at all. Each believer must obey when the Father calls.
(c) February 25, 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