To pay the price of brutality, He did it with compassion. Going through Hell for humanity, It was not a statement of fashion.
It was a call for action, To be lived for fully with satisfaction. That we have given our best service, In living out God's steady purpose.
Our worship is not a ritual, Nor is it meant to be habitual. We have, since our start Walked this walk by our hearts.
One by one, we answered the call. Unwilling to live up to Eden's fall. But instead to flourish in the kingdom, We do this with interest and then some.
This isn't a Sunday-only confession Walked out in ceremonial procession. We take up our crosses to share the spirit To the passersby and all who will hear it.
(c) October 21, 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