For all of my life, It's been understood. God is great And He is good
There is no promise That has ever been broken. All of His words, In love, have been spoken.
In my knowing, I know what I know. Our God is the God of never letting go. I know this because the Bible tells me so. It's one of the few things that I truly know.
His is a path of consistency, Weaved through all of my life. It's a wholeness to live in integrity. His peace removes all my strife.
Faithfulness isn't a sometime thing. It's there in the joy that He will always bring. I live my life with Heaven in my sight, And I know His Word will keep me right.
In my knowing, I know what I know. Our God is the God of never letting go. I know this because the Bible tells me so. It's one of the few things that I truly know.
(c) July 18, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
When the world drags us apart, I hope it is, you'll keep me in your heart. Despite a world of endless treasons, I find that I love you for sentimental reasons.
Your love shapes my fragile soul, Like the irresistible beat of rock-n-roll. And I find that given my chance, I'd love my life to be our dance.
Holding you close as a promise, The kind of promise met with a kiss. If it's up to me, you'll stay the same, Even to the day that you wear my name.
All these miles lived between, It is that they don't mean anything, Because as it has been from the start, I'll always hold you in my heart.
All these times, pass slowly by, And I don't want you to cry. But I miss you more than you know. I promise, I'll never let you go.
Holding you close as a promise, The kind of promise met with a kiss. If it's up to me, you'll stay the same, Even to the day that you wear my name.
I feel your heartbeat, Every time our eyes meet. And I know that I love you, In everything that you do.
The times that we're together, These couldn't be better. Even though we want them to, I am so in love with you.
Holding you close as a promise, The kind of promise met with a kiss. If it's up to me, you'll stay the same, Even to the day that you wear my name.
(c) July 17, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.” -Iris Murdoch
Your heart is a black hole, Devoid of life, like my soul. Starting over with a new name, Our guilt knows no shame.
We are each monsters in time, Every sin made its separate crime. Chasing down an endless road, Given to escape, as we are told.
Hiding in cornfields of oblivion, There's not a lot to carry on. In this darkness in which we strive, We do our best to stay unalive.
You are no longer wanted when you're dead, And there is so much rage in your head. Once you reach the dead end of revenge, It's easy to know that you are unhinged.
Ripples in time know their tribulation, Broken hearts are given in contribution. A disobedient geometry comes to an end, Knowing only the finality of death as its friend.
Hiding in cornfields of oblivion, There's not a lot to carry on. In this darkness in which we strive, We do our best to stay unalive.
(c) July 16, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The Colonies are striding fast to independence, and ere long will build an empire upon the ruins of Great Britain; will adopt its Constitution, purged of its impurities, and from an experience of its defects, will guard against those evils which have wasted its vigor.” – William Hooper
Sometimes in a secret mirror, I see whispers of a corrupted sky. I feel weighed down by errors That tease at questions without reply.
Believing still, my worst days aren't so bad That they vanquish God's grace, leaving me sad. My faith is there in my living confidence, A thousand times, I look on God's face with reverence.
Here I dance on heavenly clouds of grace, Thinking in reverence about how great you are. I follow your paths like the Northern Star, Knowing your shine helps me find my place.
In your undeserved kindness, your name is raised. This is true, especially when I am lost. In every word and movement, you are praised. I know that it is you who has paid the cost.
Not just a pardon, grace is a godly power. I trust n your healing in this eternal hour. Your lessons in all I do are kept in my mind, Knowing that a better friend, I will never find.
Here I dance on heavenly clouds of grace, Thinking in reverence about how great you are. I follow your paths like the Northern Star, Knowing your shine helps me find my place.
(c) July 15, 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
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 