You Call My Name
by Michael Doyle

Not me; my Lord.
I am so lame.
Standing with drawn sword
As I fight against my blame.

All while knowing my wrong,
And daring t know your love.
This is where I belong,
Walking under the blessings of above.

Walked out of Satan's game,
You fortify me, making me brave.
While I should wake in flame,
You have saved me from my grave.

Not me; my God above.
I fumble, feeling fear.
Yet, place my faith in the above,
And I pray that I won't disappear.

Doing my best to respond as you need,
I dare to go wherever you may lead.
I am your servant, and humbly obey,
Knowing I will forever follow your way.

(c)May 21, 2026   Michael Doyle
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