Lord of My Passing Days
by Michael Doyle

God fights my battles first,
Giving me a spiritual thirst.
Inviting me to pray continually,
I make my way to eternity.

My battles are begun in prayer,
Speaking my challenges to the God who cares.
This then is how I best fight,
Through the morning into the late night.

His then is all of the glory
As we live our part of the story.
We speak to God in prayer and praise,
Filled with gratitude in all of our days.

With every heartbeat, I am in wonder,
Filled with awe at His thunder.
It drowns out all of the noise,
Filling my heart with a thousand joys.

All the moments of every passing hour,
I know that I'll never fumble or sour
At speaking His name with all my praise.
He is the Lord of my passing days. 

His name is all of the glory
As we live our part of the story.
We speak to God in prayer and praise,
Filled with gratitude in all of our days.

(c) August 25, 2026   Michael Doyle
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