Sometimes the pieces come together, And the time to act is now to make it better. In the face of atrocity and naked despair, It takes action, not prayer, if you truly care.
Christ bids believers to come and follow, To die to self and be bolder than His shadow. Stepping out in faith, even if one must die, Is the depth and shallowness of the needed reply.
History repeats itself as humanity keeps learning. In World War II, almost all of Europe was burning. 33,000 innocent Jews were shot dead in two days. Still, humanity has not learned to act in better ways.
The Devil proves himself willing to go the distance, But how far will we go in measuring our resistance? War claims lives that go to Hell, counted as waste. Yet too many leaders rush into war with undue haste.
It's more than an expression of empty anxiety, To look, with an honest face, on this world's complexity. And then riddle yourself if you'd count it a loss, To follow Jesus Christ all the way to Calvary's cross.
There comes a time when one can no longer run away. Running toward the finish line that is needed today, Is sometimes the only answer one can rightfully choose. The Lord calls, and a conscientious soul cannot refuse.
Truth shouted from the pulpit is easier to ignore Then whispers from the street that quietly implore That the right things be said and attempted to be done All for the Father, the Holy Ghost, and the Holy Son
(c) February 26, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The powers of Congress are totally inadequate to preserve the balance between the respective States, and oblige them to do those things which are essential for their own welfare or for the general good.” – Henry Knox
There are times when there is nowhere to go, Tyranny transforms freedom into a tear's flow. Sometimes in some places, the price for liberty Is to join the ranks of those remembered by history.
At those times, there is but to pray and wait, Action will have its time later, sure as fate. There is nothing left to do but bide one's time, The waste of needless death is not sublime.
There does come a time that calls for action, Even a Christian feels a need for satisfaction. Having turned more cheek than has been told, There comes a time to make one's own road.
The enemy is keen to keep up its obstruction, But a true Christian must stand against destruction. No one is bigger than God; let this be known. And in everything done, let's act to ensure it's shown.
What then is the price that the holy are willing to pay That no evil be done and only good travels this way. Is the cost of sanctification too heavy a burden, And is the fear of what comes after death what's hurting?
For those who find it difficult to do what is right, Let there be compensation that will make one's duty light. What is the price of protecting the spiritually innocent? And if we don't, aren't we admitting to being deficient?
There comes a point when a conscience can't be bought. When that red line is reached, the battle must be fought. The defense of why behind the methods of resistance, Must, until the last man, be spoken with persistence.
May God guide trembling hands for what must be done. The sacrifices to be made are for the Father and the Son. Life teaches that faith without action is no faith at all. Each believer must obey when the Father calls.
(c) February 25, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“In the ideal State laws are few and simple, because they have been derived from certainties. In the corrupt State laws are many and confused, because they have been derived from uncertainties.” – Solon
The state of this union Might be described as anxiety From taxes to war, there is complexity, But at the heart of most is affordability.
Trade, tariffs, and the economy, Are the subjects contested most bitterly. As introductions are customarily made, Both sides in opposition walk as if slightly frayed.
Each politician postures their electability, Troubling the voters, asserting their inevitability. Fractious and contesting every negotiation. Neither side is willing to budge toward cooperation.
The president enters in a whirlwind of handshakes, Smiling at this henhouse full of snakes. Determined as he is to make his way, It's the People's business, he'll attend to today.
Our nation is back from the brink, better than before As we move on, our aim is set to 250 years more. The time has come to live our nation's golden years, Rising above a crisis caused by an autopen's tears.
We are cognizant of our turmoil and transformation As we rise out of an abyss and back to being our nation. We take our forward steps in emboldened by contemplation, And again, we have become a respected and secure nation.
Our leaders are secure that what we're doing is legal, Above us, we watch the flight of the American eagle. An economy grows when we lessen the chains of inflation. This is how we correct the course of our great nation.
This and the end of critical race theory and DEI, Along with cutting policy and regulation explains why We are again coming over to the winning side. Wee glow our gold with All-American pride.
Hockey's dream team played it fast and clean, Allowing us all to close our eyes and dream. The best of the best passed the Olympic test, And now our athletes stand above the rest.
The spirit of 1776 continues to show through, As we rise to our tired, unbeaten feet with more to do. The honoring of our men and women in the services, Keeps us aware that we are serving our purposes.
Protecting the people's place in our economy Is the path to our nation's true recovery. Program after program has been put into place. These steps are necessary to keep our nation at pace.
Securing our borders for each Angel Family Is a matter of our nation's safety and security. We must remember this in every vote taken, Closing our borders to illegal aliens is not mistaken.
The first duty of our government is the protection Of the American people for the good of our nation. Illegal aliens must not take any form of precedent Over the classes of people who are legal residents.
Our nation has turned back, embracing Christianity, Embracing righteousness over transgendered vanity. Our nation is and will remain under God, And we reject political violence as ugly and odd.
Law and order needs to be restored, Turning a blind eye is not something we can afford. And so it is that we must make our nation's stand. We must honor and keep safety across our land.
We stand for security for America inside and outside. No one in this world gets over or a free ride. Be it gangsters on the street or governments at large, If they want to mess around, they'll find out who is n charge.
Two hundred fifty years in our great country's life, We have lived for peace and confronted all forms of strife. This has been the story of American Pride. This is the legacy of America taken in full stride.
(c) February 24, 2026 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Who is righteous? Anyone who is repenting. No matter how bad he has been, if he is repenting he is a righteous man. There is hope for him. And no matter how good he has been all his life, if he is not repenting, he is a wicked man. The difference is which way you are facing. The man on the top of the stairs facing down if much worse off than the man on the bottom step who is facing up. The direction we are facing, that is repentance; and that is what determines whether we are good or bad.” – Hugh Nibley
Falling in true love, It comes hard and fast. How do you know it's real love? You pray that it will last.
You find the one That will help you make a home. And you know that the quest is done, You'll never be alone.
We've focused on ourselves Clinging to what's to be left behind. A value added to ourselves, We pray that love is blind.
We open ourselves to the unseen, Hoping to connect with our human being. We love without condition precedent, And we pray true love will become resident.
I know that we are only at the beginning, But I wish to know our final ending. Please let this be the real thing, I want to grab love's brass ring.
We've focused on ourselves Clinging to what's to be left behind. A value added to ourselves, We pray that love is blind.
This love is deeper than physical attraction. The way you move me is my fatal distraction. It's the you inside that speaks to me. That's the fire that sparks me divinely.
Partnering with my ride and die, Leaves no room for wondering why. Will you be my forever and stay? I never want a woman like you to go away.
We've focused on ourselves Clinging to what's to be left behind. A value added to ourselves, We pray that love is blind.
(c) February 23, 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
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