My weakness was made strong, Righteousness rises from being wrong. With the trumpet's sound The angels came to rebound.
Helping make Christ my cornerstone, My heart is full as I atone. Through life's storms, He came to save, And pulled me out of my living grave.
I once took delight In the things of the night, Believing darkness to be my friend. By loving grace, this came to an end.
Knife fights out under the street lights, I didn't care about doing right. The care I had was mostly for me. There was a thrill n living dangerously.
With the love of Christ, this is no more. God knocked and opened Heaven's door. Now love is my divine victory, Awaken to the wonder of living faithfully.
(c) April 27, 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