Worthy of the Lord's call, I am prayerful about all. I feel His joy everyday As He changes my every way.
The Holy Spirit guides me, Overflowing inside of me. There is a need for His strength As long as the day's length.
My holy king is worthy of praise. In His power, He will raise A choir of angels to sing, Echoing the grace that He brings.
Hearts healed are what is found. Bodies are made whole and it's profound. I hear the Lord's voice ring out, And I am thankful that He removes my doubt.
I know who my heart belongs to, The Son of God is phenomenally true. This time is one as is every blessed hour. I will remain guided by His love and power.
(c) May 28, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
The system we live in tends to treat the sick. Working toward wellness would be and is my pick. Have a handful of pills and feel more diseased. This is not workable and people are not pleased.
Bodies need balance for them to feel well. There's a lesson there that should compel. Not everything is cured with any color pill. All that does is leave us sick and staying ill.
Pharma broke faith for the contemplative. In terms of all that is real and relative, Side effects like death are not an alternative. Heaven help me from using a suitable superlative.
This isn't a matter of empty conspiracy Fueled as it is by influencers peddling anxiety. There is, of course, room for each to have space. Eastern and Western fit together in easy embrace.
But the dollars made make for Western medicine Into a travesty that most can see is mortal sin. It isn't a matter of reaching for fringe belief, But instead trusting in the hope for some relief.
Pharma broke faith for the contemplative. In terms of all that is real and relative, Side effects like death are not an alternative. Heaven help me from using a suitable superlative.
A time comes when the people realize they're sicker. They look around and realize people are dying quicker. That's the time that we need to reach out in examination And rethink how we're living for the good of our nation.
We reach for the wisdom of the East from our bookshelves, Certain that the truth lies between or somewhere else. But isn't going to be found in noxious chemicals that mask Without curing cause because it's not up to the task.
Pharma broke faith for the contemplative. In terms of all that is real and relative, Side effects like death are not an alternative. Heaven help me from using a suitable superlative.
(c) May 27, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“‘Appeasement’ is the policy of feeding your friends to a crocodile, one at a time, in hopes that the crocodile will eat you last.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt
“Our defense is in the preservation of the spirit which prizes liberty as a heritage of all men, in all lands, everywhere. Destroy this spirit and you have planted the seeds of despotism around your own doors.” – Abraham Lincoln
It seems Bullfrog doesn't like sweltering heat, But he liked less, his man facedown on the street. The weight of decisions bringing life and death Often takes away even a tough man's breath.
To hide his tears, he feigned a fit of coughing As he looked down on the eight-wheeled coffin. Knowing that despite all the lessons taught and learned His man had an early death that he had not earned.
The best die hard, so hard Down to the last drawn card The rest of us are left to live With a guilt that's hard to forgive.
He had joked that his friend chose a bad time for love As they had received orders to jump in from above. His friend had invited him to be his best man. And of course, he answered yes in a humorless deadpan.
A twist of a turn and then the wrong bird had flown. How could the Bullfrog have guessed or even known, His best friend would never get to grow old As his body was laying in the casket colder than cold.
The best die-hard, so hard Down to the last drawn card The rest of us are left to live With a guilt that's hard to forgive.
They said there is no truer than to lay down their life For another, how do you explain this to a proposed wife? He had promised to take care of his good friend How was he to know how this day's adventure would end?
Flag-draped coffins are filled with tragic loss. The Bullfrog prayed making the sign of the cross. His grieving heart would never again be whole. The loss of his man would be etched deep on his soul.
The best die-hard, so hard Down to the last drawn card The rest of us are left to live With a guilt that's hard to forgive.
Taps on the hillside slides into sorrow. Someone's love wouldn't know tomorrow. Overthinking doesn't return the dead to life. And it would not make the friend's lady into a wife.
Thirteen Folds told the story of the presented flag. But falling tears streamed down and did not lag. The stars are revealed as to God whom we faithfully trust, Especially, at those times when we truly must
The best die-hard, so hard Down to the last drawn card The rest of us are left to live With a guilt that's hard to forgive.
(c) May 26, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Dedicated to Admiral McRaven and all special operators who defend our nation.
“For love of country they accepted death, and thus resolved all doubts, and made immortal their patriotism and their virtue.” – James A. Garfield
In memoriam for this Memorial Day: Please take a moment to say a prayer for the men and women who have served this country, laying down their lives so that we may live free and with the liberties we continue to enjoy. Thank you to those who do.
It didn't really begin with the rolling back of a stone As Jesus reached out to prove we are not alone. The church was born to spread the faith of our gospel Allowing believers to have assurance that all is well.
In our acceptance and then our believing, We came to find an endless stream of our receiving The very goodness of God that we need. It's there on the Bible's pages to read.
The good news given is addressed to be known by all Among every walk that answers faithfully to God's call. From the beginning, our has openly said The gospel belongs to all to whom their souls are not dead.
All who are chosen, are chosen by grace. It doesn't matter about works in this kind of race. Hope is the blessed treasure and its loving discovery Is the beginning and end of each soul's recovery.
Whispered tenderly for our earnest contemplation Is God's holy play for humanity's redemption. Examining the chronological history shows no deviation, But transparently offered for our open inspection.
To understand, you need to know Jewish History, If we are to know and understand our theology. God's redemptive plan has been God's pattern Moving man toward good and away from our sin.
Our deepest struggles are as close as our souls. Despite this truth, God has given us self-control. From faithfully living as God tells us to do, We will discern and live what is holy, good, and true.
This is a great banquet we should not decline, Whatever the infirmity, it is for all to dine. There is always room with God's open door To bring in the hurting and faithful for more.
God brings love and healing under His grace. We need only to accept God with our full embrace. Our story rises up from the purity of history To make a holy remnant into His holy family.
The wisest words that come to our wounded hearts Can be traced back to the very start. Christ died for our sins that we might live God given atonement allows Him to forgive.
(c) May 25, 2025 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
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 