To the bully, no one is a partner To that bully, no one is smarter. And if the smarter does not hide his mind, He'll be lucky if any part is left behind.
You find the bullies in hidden alleyways. Or if it's Lucifer, in the world's last days. Hitler and FDR threw the opposition in jail cells. Everyone knows that it isn't the news that sells.
We wash, rinse, and repeat like the canary who sang, But the wiseman gone wrong knows he'll one day hang. The poet knows it as he goes searching for his rhyme, We might all hang together if given enough time
In the darkest times, the oppression grows, Yet still, the light shines on the way to the gallows. The lucky ones still find laughter and a song. The right time comes calling them to where they belong.
The wisdom of the people didn't keep Hitler out. And though I'm not prone to fomenting doubt. Reality dances grimly when all we can see is need. This is when the demons of democracy are freed.
The strong man comes, and although it is odd, He changes the Church and supplants almighty God. Rumors and rage supplant reason in these days, And the puppets of power seek only power when they pray.
We stare upward, chain-smoking, and call on eternity. There has never been such a bloodthirsty century. There was something like fear hanging in the thick air. God help us all when we fall into Satan's snare.
It's coming and unstoppable, we feel with apprehension. While fools laugh at us as if we seek attention. Questioning why we suddenly feel as if completely alone, We beg our dear God to allow us to quietly atone.
Listen as we hear the nation's heartbeat again. Stumbling blindly, we confuse foe for friend. It's not God who sends evil to replace salvation. It is a found thing when Satan claims rectification.
The Church and politics should not have an intersection When they do, perhaps it's time for a course correction. When the Church influences the people's choices, We should make certain of what we hear as godly voices.
When people become victims of their mistaken illusions, Those speaking the truth must clear up the confusion. As Paul said, we are not to give power to tears or fear. The Spirit gives us bravery to stay in needed good cheer.
We hear tomorrow's unborn children calling As if dark-winged angels are steadily falling. The substance of this cracks across the pages, People beware, we are living in the age of rage.
(c) February 7, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Were I to personify Justice, instead of presenting her blind, I would denominate her the goddess of fire. . . Of unbending integrity Justice should feel, hear and see; but truth alone should be the polar star by which she should shape her movements, and equity only should constrain her determinations.” – Judith Sargent Murray
Sharing the Lord with a shout, Telling the truth of what it's about. I love spending my Sundays, Lifting my life up to praise.
There is so much I have to learn. I turn the page to discern. One day at a time, I walk this walk, Doing my best to stay true to my talk.
I am a page turner, Just another lifetime learner. My eyes are set on Heaven's Son. I'll do my best to keep this done.
Jesus gave His life on the cross. It was our gain, but not His loss. Faithfulness shows us the way to good, As long as we know what's understood.
In all of my life, I've seen It can be hard to walk as a human being. From time to time, we'll make mistakes, But our Lord will heal us of our heartbreaks.
I am a page turner, Just another lifetime learner. My eyes are set on Heaven's Son. I'll do my best to keep this done.
(c) February 6, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it’s yours.” – Ayn Rand
Revival At the National Prayer Breakfast by Michael Doyle
Not too presidential to fear Hell, Trump keeps this part of our nation's tale. As revealed at the National Prayer Breakfast, President Trump supports faith, first and last.
Achievements stack on his proverbial shelf, Trump's record is open for itself. Except that the Left likes to talk it down, Never guessing that they look like clowns.
A straight opening with politics is his line. The president's Christianity differs from mine. Still, I am aware of all the good that he's done, And he actively protects believers in the Son.
With rugged integrity toward enemy and friend, This tussle of a president protects and defends. No doubt, Christianity is America's legacy. We are made by our Creator to live in liberty.
From our dear and very pristine Declaration, We find ourselves bonded to God in this nation. This is the fundamental truth we must give In teaching our youth how they are to live.
Faith and freedom are and have been necessary. There is nothing in our Founders' words to the contrary. The Bible is popular and spreading like wildfire again, We know we are living in a revival for our sacred friend.
To be and stay a great country, we must believe. It is a necessity for the blessings that we receive. Law and order depend on restraint and belief. Clamping down on trouble only gains so much relief.
Recounting success, Churches are free to speak. The Johnson Amendment is all but repealed in this streak. Our nation has the right to speak and express our beliefs, And President Trump keeps pushing our rights without grief.
Now across the face of our great nation, President Trump has called for our nation's redemption. In many ways, we are reviving the power of prayer. God's presence and power are everywhere.
(c) February 5, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.” – Proverbs 3:5-6
“A true and faithful Christian does not make holy living an accidental thing. It is his great concern. As the business of the soldier is to fight, so the business of the Christian is to be like Christ.”– Jonathan Edwards
It's a boyhood hope for invincibility Suddenly cloaked in feigned invisibility, A game is on for "catch me if you can". These were the ways of Dietrich as a young man.
His older brother goes off to fight the war. As a younger brother, he wondered what for. This was especially true as he was buried. This is the weight of war too many have carried.
Walter's Song was played in his memory At the wake that was held for friends and family. Bequeathed from the brother was the Bible's wisdom. Walter had underlined words worthy of the Kingdom.
This old, worn Bible would guide him through life, In the moments of peace and years of strife. Comfort was found in the words that he read. It was as if Walter lived on, despite being dead.
Not every church established requires a steeple. These are kept by the Word of God, loved by the people. New York was just such a place to live, And a young theologian found that it had a lot to give.
Caught up in the layers within the razzmatazz, You haven't heard music until you've felt jazz. There's something to the bounce of this melodic thing, God wouldn't want you to hear it and not start to sing.
In Harlem, the Abyssinian Choir sang its harmonized tale, And Dietrich learned there was a way of God in this gospel. The music caused the people to move with the spirit. It's the snap of the pop if you ever care to hear it.
God is found everywhere that we are. Jesus is with His people, no matter how far. It's up to us to taste and know that the Lord is good. Be it Dixie Jubilation or conservatory, it's understood.
You have to live bravely for the fullness of glory, That provides the merciful details of the story. Everywhere around there is work to be done. Freedom is the cause of the Father and the Son.
Dietrich learned another side of theology. It is found when and where life turns ugly. Anger often comes from hurt and fear. It is up to us to keep God near.
The lessons of life are the messages of God discerned. When we walk in darkness and evil, much is learned. Angels whisper in ears about God's helping plan, Until one by one, there is redemption for man.
Hate, they say, is in every color known. It's a tragedy, repetitively shown. It comes from the seeds of discontent sown. The worst is self-inflicted and homegrown.
(c) February 4, 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 