In this world of darkness We often find too much harshness And not enough faith and love That we are told is given from heaven above
The Lord has paid our cost In redeeming us from being lost To become saved as we are found Keeping our smiles; we are heaven-bound
The Lamb rose to conquer His death As is proclaimed to our last breaths By His blood and by His holy name We manage to rise above our shame
There is a king who reigns in majesty He is found in the love of the Trinity There is but one true path; we find our way Joyously living our salvation every day
We give ourselves over to live in God's will Daring as we are in praise, we keep it real Finding that worthy is the savior's name Grace goes on as we love in life just the same
(c) March 27, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“I might have exhibited as many millions of plebeians sacrificed by the pride, folly, and ambition of their fellow-plebeians and their own, in proportion to the extent and duration of their power. Remember, democracy never lasts long. It soon wastes, exhausts, and murders itself. There never was a democracy yet that did not commit suicide. It is in vain to say that democracy is less vain, less proud, less selfish, less ambitious, or less avaricious than aristocracy or monarchy. It is not true, in fact, and nowhere appears in history. Those passions are the same in all men, under all forms of simple government, and when unchecked, produce the same effects of fraud, violence, and cruelty. When clear prospects are opened before vanity, pride, avarice, or ambition, for their easy gratification, it is hard for the most considerate philosophers and the most conscientious moralists to resist the temptation.” – John Adams
When the Colt has turned to rust And all that's left is to swallow the dust The desert plays tricks on a man's mind As he looks over his shoulder at what's left behind
War is war and won't become something more However deep it is that whiskey pours The body might last longer than the soul endures But there is nothing that provides the cure
Maybe there is no cure for the things done Sure as blindness comes from staring at the sun The tricks of the mind are less than those of the heart From which we might not catch up from the start
There's not much a mind would as soon forget As those things done that bring us our regrets We eke away, steady in our persistence Knowing that a soul's rot binds its resistance
To ever settling or amending our ways Sometimes, it's the mean streak that eases the days The wounds that we keep, hold, and live to carry Are only part of the price for those that we bury
The largest labyrinth consists of a mental maze It costs us the best of our only living days An eye for an eye only leaves us wounded and blind I pray that there is more truth than this to find
It turns out the best revenge is that never taken Those times lived through leaves the gun hand shaken Until a truce is made with memories of the past And we find ourselves ripped free at last
(c) March 26, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
‘A happy marriage is the union of two good forgivers.” – Robert Quillen, journalist and cartoonist (25 Mar 1887-1948) There appears to be more than one person claiming to be the origin of this quote but Good Reads attributes this to Mr. Quillen
This blessed day of Purim is also Palm Sunday Offering mercy and majesty in God's own way A reversal of fortune arises by way of definition In how Esther was able to avoid the annihilation
Of God's people on this day of holy deliverance That changed the path despite each seeming circumstance When it seems most victory might go to the enemy God's will prevails against the ways of the adversary
We learn that curses against God may be openly spoken And the steps in our lives may seem as if broken That when we continue to honor God as He is calling We will be saved even as we are seemingly falling
Into the snares set by the tricks of the evil ones The good shepherd watches over us and often runs As He pushes ever steadily moving ahead and has not forgot The lot that must be given and will always be sought
It is here on the first day of a reverent holy week That even the timid dare to look and then to speak The goodwill of God to prevail and make Satan relent Here at the last of what has become the passing of Lent
It's here in the course of miracles that we find kept All the traditions of finding how the Lord Jesus wept Palms are crossed in the rejoicing of the Sukkot But leads to the crucifixion that cannot be forgot
We learn that what is wrong can be made right Forging the healing light in the darkest night This, then, is the path of his kingdom's authority That is set straight through His perfect majesty
Time is complex and often filled with frustration But it marches on regardless of our protestations To bring about God's intended portion for tomorrow And bring about celebration despite seeming sorrow
If, throughout our lives, we hold onto our dedication We find our way toward that which causes inspiration And throughout our living pages of human history This leads us toward our doctrines of theology
Those lessons we live in becoming our best you and me We find that truly God's will bring our opportunities We crawl our way out of that which seemed like weeds Into that which somehow meets our truest sense of needs
By so doing, we find our best is not given to long shot But by all Godly intentions should not ever be forgot For God in His providence bring about His good will In all the righteousness he gives and openly reveals
(c) March 24, 2024 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
