Seeking the ways I can improve I know that God is going to move I can't help but chase it around The power and glory that I've found
Life lived in all its harmony There in the notes that surround me You know that I'm singing about the King Come know the joy that He brings
Walking the talk that I'll rock Now I walk the glory that I talk I raise my praise into a shout It's Jesus that I'm talking about
While I've something frightening My heart rejoiced at Satan being struck by lightning This, then, is my worship and testimony Coming together knowing that God loves me
Here is my sacred, healing heart I know that God finishes what He starts I'm not dead, and He is not done I've surrendered my life to the Father and the Son
(c) October 14, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“To be nobody but myself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting. “– E.E. Cummings, poet (14 Oct 1894-1962)
The preacher, in his way of reaching Has spent his time preaching The fullness of God's holy word Bounces in letters that have become blurred
In all of God's glorious mystery We've heard history and prophecy Joined together as God's legacy The real-life loved through you and me
The same as it was yesterday Today still has time for us in every way Life is loved with goodness and control We follow the scriptures good for our souls
Between these pillars, I know peace and love As we believers stand worshipping God above All that happens is for God's good plan We build our faith that we might understand
This book of red print is one of Jesus's revelation As John transcribed these words of holy explanation Letter by letter, John's letters spoke the truth All of this is to be heard and learned from our youth
Prayer is the focal point of our attention It reconnects us with the best of the right intention Satan's lies are whispered to malign and distract Shaken faith impacts how each of us will act
There are seven stars held in the holy hand Of the one who holds the seven lampstands All of this knowing that life knows what we do He keeps His love attentively on me and you
Though hardships will come, surely they will go AS the living waters continually flow The good works are known and have grown As we do and live the blessings shown
We, ourselves, must read the Bible to self-feed This is the direction of truth that God leads Worship is a thing of steady priority Following God's call and knowing His authority
We must not be apathetic or grow cold Our love for God and His people must not grow old This is the importance of our relationship That our hearts are set for rightful worship
The enemy of faith is indifference We must keep the love and reverence That keeps God and Jesus foremost on our minds Keeping the love of God and Jesus as sublime
Stopping to think as we deeply feel All the godly things we know to be real Repeating and reprioritizing as we turn Back to the faithfulness from which we learn
Getting back to where we once were However much our lives made into a blur It's not Jesus who moved from the driver's seat It is you and me who have chosen to retreat
It's our unruly and unholy habits of Doing those things that take us from love Instead, we must revere God and His Son Letting their and not our wills be done
(c) October 13, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Blessed is the one who reads aloud the words of this prophecy, and blessed are those who hear it and take to heart what is written in it, because the time is near.” – Revelation 1:3
Cosmic horror played the killing school That taught the writer of chilling ghouls This was the bogeyman's secret in his tomb That rose up from the barren gothic womb
This was where a dark demon became a faceless god The place where nothing sinister ever felt odd Those from the mythos have preferences as to how to die And who it is they'll prefer being killed by
Who can see inside a dark psycho's demented brain Who is it that rides that long, Hell-bound train His world is filled with the macabre and dark fantasy This is where he hid the beast who lived up in the abbey
The devil's staircase held a lit candle in glass Past which the unholy would never be able to pass Until the keeper met the secret opener of the way And at last, Jack the Ripper had his murderous day
Some may seem to be mild and part of the ordinary But turn out psychotic murderers in their duality Unsuspected details unravel into a graven situation And who is to really who or what is the actual creation
Who can see inside a dark psycho's demented brain Who is it that rides that long, Hell-bound train His world is filled with the macabre and dark fantasy This is where he hid the beast who lived up in the abbey
Robert Bloch wrote silently like a haunter of the dark He knew black magic, but he never knew the werewolf's bark The time came, as it does, to wound the souls of all heels But only a writer like this can count all personal Hells
Some may seem to be mild and part of the ordinary But turn out psychotic murderers in their duality Unsuspected details unravel into a graven situation And who is to really who or what is the actual creation
There, in the darkest dark of all the forgotten portions Lies the rested way of the vampire's scorn and devotion Human sacrifice is needed for the bad to reach immortality To hate this as a way of life is only human sentimentality
All of us seek to live on in life or in our life's legacy Just axe Lizzie Borden or anyone known as half-legendary Imaginative tales ravel themselves around dark midnight Knowing that real bad friends hide in disorder until the light
Who can see inside a dark psycho's demented brain Who is it that rides that long, Hell-bound train His world is filled with the macabre and dark fantasy This is where he hid the beast who lived up in the abbey
Some may seem to be mild and part of the ordinary But turn out psychotic murderers in their duality Unsuspected details unravel into a graven situation And who is to really who or what is the actual creation
(c) October 11, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Measures are too often decided, not according to the rules of justice and the rights of the minor party, but by the superior force of an interested and overbearing majority.” – James Madison
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 