Somewhere beneath the scratches and dust Is the man who has survived life's bust. Though sometimes coiled up and hissing, I am well aware of the things I'm missing.
I am more than this collection of bones. I know that I'm never walking alone. I feel His comfort in what's left of my soul. I am giving the Lord all that's out of my control.
Every note that I sing is His song. My love is home where it belongs. I know that He'll never fail. His victory is attested to, and it will prevail.
Lost within the dance of the living water, I pray my soul be kept by our loving Father. In all the many troubles that I have seen, I scratched my way out still a human being.
Sometimes, I was certain there'd be no tomorrow, The test of time was a testimony to its sorrow. Battered and bruised, I crawled across the floor. I have been certain that I could take no more.
Every note that I sing is His song. My love is home where it belongs. I know that He'll never fail. His victory is attested to, and it will prevail.
Life lived in a call and response of love, I put my faith in our Father above. I know that He saves me from the pit of Hell, Because of Him, I know that all is well.
Always kept in my struggling heart and mind Is my belief that He will not leave me behind. Here in the holiness of this forsaken hour, I know that I will be healed by His holy power.
Every note that I sing is His song. My love is home where it belongs. I know that He'll never fail. His victory is attested to, and it will prevail.
(c) September 23, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“We have no government armed with power capable of contending with human passions unbridled by morality and religion. Avarice, ambition, revenge, or gallantry, would break the strongest cords of our Constitution as a whale goes through a net. Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other.” – John Adams (1798)
Here I am, sitting on the floor. I'm lost in numbers, collating the score. I'm not saying that I need it easy. But wish for once it would even up to please me.
We're laughing at all of life's dramady, But to me it feels like straight-up comedy. We can only tell these truths among family. It's the kind of meaning that's up to you and me.
You sit there sipping on your ice-cold Coke, Thinking your thoughts before they're misspoke. Remember when you and I dreamed a lot? Or is that something you've long forgot?
Wrap it up as it is in feelings of today, We know that we've settled for being okay. In our myths, I'll be a king and you a queen, But we'll never understand what that would mean.
We'll walk these streets, but we're never alone. Our backbones have fiber and our hearts are stone. The songs of yesterday get us through. I'm not afraid as long as I have you.
All of our stories are hanging in the past. We still love the glory that didn't last. Shooting for the stars doesn't always work out. But isn't it funny that we still don't have a doubt.
... we still don't have a doubt..
Our love had a strange kind of currency. We swore we'd spend it without urgency. Dreaming dreams and reaching for hanging stars, You'd be the writer, and I could play guitar.
(c) September 22, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Know the true value of time; snatch, seize, and enjoy every moment of it. No idleness, no laziness, no procrastination: never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.” – Lord Chesterfield
Life is lived best in contemplation, All is aimed toward our redemption. Choices are made at least as we can To be our best woman or man.
We are not born in this world to conform, But instead, to earnestly transform. Working toward being godly and true, Steadily applying our minds as we do.
Though often loud in our opinionated community, We often miss the best of our spirituality. Almost all take God a little too casually. We all have a need to live life more humbly.
Loving our neighbors as ourselves, We walk the Bible right off the shelf. Embracing the Gospel in our maturity, Our lives are lived contentedly in our society.
We pay our debts, steeped in Godly love, Living each moment as if following the above. Our relationships are a debt lived to be paid, Loving each other if our lives are not mislaid.
Salvation moments fill our living hearts, When we take on Christ and Satan departs. Incredible as that is, we see God's love for all people, Not just our friends living protected by the steeple.
We are His ambassadors in our living life, Bringing hope, joy, and peace to replace strife. The thumbprint of Heaven is on our souls, To be the steady rock, not the moss that rolls.
To love is the fulfillment of God's holy law. This is the standard we must keep and recall. As Christ has perfected our open brokenness, We are to live our love with outspokenness.
Unable to be paid back, we must move toward. We wear our love to pay it ever forward. Living God's ways are a matter of relationship. Especially, if we are living the right worship.
The love of Christ turns this world upside down, Bringing love for others as the victory crown. We must treat others as Christ has loved us, Doing our best to love all others, because...
The Lord has given us this grace, Tender toward our transgressions with an open embrace. We must love our neighbors as a priority, Over ourselves is and will be our living legacy.
Surrounded by the wounded, we must care, While loving others with our souls laid bare. All that we do is a living reflection Of echoing love and not living as a correction.
Like a Samaritan, having much mercy, We are to live life with loving empathy. Applying God's ways to our every day. This then is how we live God's way.
Leafing through the Bible, page after page, We find Christ's gift is not death's wage. Along the road that we will surely travel, We are to love each person deeply as we are able.
We are to see each encounter with blessed empathy, We are sometimes living challenged with sympathy. We know, beyond knowing, that life is to live, And we are here to give the fullness we can give.
(c) September 21, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
I found myself recently taking a pause, Reliving the music that brought applause. You see, in the daze of my youth, Led Zeppelin and the like were my truth.
Whatever it was, the critics said, They seemed a bit lost, coming across a bit dead. Led Zeppelin One was where it had begun, This straight-laced boy was rapidly undone.
As they cross-faded into eternity, Their blend of music rewrote my history. Selling not just a song but the skill To produce stupendous sounds at will.
The good and bad times of their sound Found the time of Rock come around To something spread across the sequence Of being an album by pre-selected preference.
To me, there was no such communication breakdown. It's a serious business, not to be a musical clown. When the body and soul connection are chased around, It becomes a thundering wall of distorted sound.
I witnessed an outrageous boogie across each stage, As I watched the interplay between Plant and Page. Though witnessed in various stages of their inebriation, The band and their fans joined hands in celebration.
Here was a band playing essentially for themselves, With no need to please critics or anyone else. The music played out as if it were perhaps the master, While the dance floor spun just a little faster.
Breaking down the doors as on wildfire, Even the Wolfman howled this gospel's desire. Across the world, Rock's fame brought fascination, While the arenas were filled with anticipation.
Smelling the flickers of obvious flame, While the fans rose in passion to raging new fame. Dazed and confused across the land, It became a time when everyone got the band.
Rock god fire was easy to see in the eyes, As the boys in the band began to improvise. There was as much music in the occasional pause As the notes blazed, echoing off the walls.
As fast as lightning and caught up in the groove, The atmosphere was legendary as the band began to move. Rapid-fire lines shared with a violin's vibrato, This breath of fame simply started to flow.
(c) September 20, 2025 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 