As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close
I feel as lonely as the pain inside Tortured to my soul, and I cannot hide I pray to the Lord above that I be strong enough This time, I feel Satan calling my bluff
They can pull all the teeth from my head And still, I stand and am not dead I have never felt such deep, overwhelming pain And still, I have no right to complain
As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close
Sometimes, I feel like Job in his misery Then I realize I'm confusing my history I am reminded of all the wrong I have done As I hang on my cross, I am nobody's son
The strings are pulled and broken in my soul How much is too much in damaged control I'm drowning here, quietly reaching above water Quietly calling out, abandoned by my Father
As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close
When you look into my eyes, tell me, do you see I ask you for mercy because I no longer know me This thing going on is killing me from the inside The pain that I feel leaves me nowhere to hide
I hang from my broken cross, feeling crucified While braver warriors tell me I've not even tried The tears from my heart roll down my battered face The rot of my soul is its only remaining trace
As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close As the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to close
...The quiet colors bleed
(c) June 5, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“No man is allowed to be a judge in his own cause, because his interest would certainly bias his judgment, and, not improbably, corrupt his integrity.” – James Madison (1787)
There's a quiet in nature That you won't find in the city It helps you to think and mature Learning what is and isn't pretty
This is especially true of the soul As you learn the value of self-control Being where you must truly observe Gives you the outcome that you deserve
The things we wish for mostly come true However, that is meant for me and you Or, at least, the truth is felt in traces Felt deep within as we step into places
That tells us the truth of who we are As we keep our eyes on the paths and the stars That leads us one way or another to see Who exactly we were born to be
We mostly can't help what happens by chance But we do decide what we make of each circumstance These are the critical moments that we live And nature teaches us what we can give
Every misplaced step has a lesson that we learn Until we become wise enough to amply discern All that we can as we walk our truth with humility Grace provides us the way out with our dignity
However much it is that we initially start Finding ourselves face-to-face within our hearts With the truths that nature has readily shown While adding on experiences needed to be known
Gradually, the potential dangers fade away While places and imprints of beauty stay When we master ourselves, we become truly free Nature teaches us to live our lives with dignity
(c) June 4, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Looking at what God has done We become baptized in the Son The details have some meaning In burying the wrong of our being
Stepping into being taken into a new life We take on the peace by putting away strife Searching for meaning in the Word of The Book We find in Acts how to walk our new look
The early church faced down a few odds It was a bumpy path in following God Saul became Paul to lead from being an enemy Showing how a soul turns into a hero to the contrary
Despite Paul's wrong reasons, God gets it right Turning Saul to His purposes with a blinding light Ananias healed Paul into God's chosen instrument Rendering deadly intentions to the love of God's intent
It was, as it often is, a radical expression of grace As Paul rose to the occasion and took his rightful place Acting with audacious purpose, Paul made his life real As the bearer of the Good News gifted with Christian zeal
Faith is demanded of all of us to our very last breath This is how the victory of Christ defies the finality of death This is the ministry that provides the path to set us free As we face the contest and accept the righteousness of ministry
Though the Earth's foundation might tremble and shake It's important not to be taken as we might be mistaken In my spirit, it is well to put on the ways of glory That are often shown in illustrating God's holy story
Every life is filled with challenges and takes its hits But as we are redeemed, we are given the Holy Spirit And as we take the spirit on, we take on a victor's mentality Until it shines our purposes as part of God's instrumentality
Worship reminds us of the relationship of God's divinity As we are trained toward letting love and trust be our theology Through our praise and prayers, we faithfully possess the keys As we put on Godly ways shared to share and to live to please
Putting off the shackles of our dirty little sins We are shaken to and shaped into goodness once again Let's remember not to lose ourselves to darkness and fear And be reminded always, that where we are God is also here
(c) June 3, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The sacred rights of mankind are not to be rummaged for, among old parchments, or musty records. They are written, as with a sun beam, in the whole volume of human nature, by the hand of the divinity itself; and can never be erased or obscured by mortal power.” – Alexander Hamilton (1775)
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 