Blessed by our confirmation We are delivered by our affirmation To honor Christ, coming as we are Wishing on the hope of the Christmas Star
Leaning in on our faith given in connection Our prayers tailor fit our meditations Praying in Jesus' name for our salvation We keep our eyes fixed on our destination
The circus of someone else can feel like faking When our lives are actually God's in the making The space provided to wrestle with God Can make us uneasy and sometimes feel a little odd
Our blessed assurance is given in grace As we shyly look on God's face and in His embrace That the catalyst of faith is found in worship And to rightly honor at the feet of His Kingship
It's a way of living present in our engagement Our praise and community comes as encouragement As we head into our battles every single day It's through our worship that we make our way
Cornering the market by our joyful noise Living out the gladness that we cannot avoid Coming into the presence in all we're bringing Thankfulness held in the faithfulness we're singing
All God's promises are steadfast in veneration Thanksgiving received across the generations Gratitude must be made and kept where is visible By the family of God, we are made invincible
It isn't in the how that we openly express it But it is in the how that we choose to address it It is our service and our singing that roots our souls Firmly planted deep within the Godflow
(c) November 6, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The fabric of American empire ought to rest on the solid basis of the consent of the people. The streams of national power ought to flow immediately from that pure, original fountain of all legislative authority.” – Alexander Hamilton
“I don’t think that combat has ever been written about truthfully; it has always been described in terms of bravery and cowardice. I won’t even accept these words as terms of human reference any more. And anyway, hell, they don’t even apply to what, in actual fact, modern warfare has become.” – James Jones, novelist (6 Nov 1921-1977)
Don't let your emotions Cloud your best judgment Keeping faith in your devotion Despite the world's begrudgement
Failures never help one's attitude Still it's best to keep in gratitude For all the good that has come before Brings a feeling we cannot ignore
Let the party begin Well picked, we can win Remembering back to when now was then Round and round, to the start again
Drink up to the days of sorrow That we know may yet come tomorrow Even the acting of being nice Nearly always comes with price
Dealing with the pool of emotion That makes up the human commotion It is the substance that makes our days Confusing as it is, confusing in our ways
Let the party begin Well picked, we can win Remembering back to when now was then Round and round, to the start again
Like the babbling of a brook You spoke with just a look Touching me deep inside Somewhere behind my wall of pride
You being the princess who fits the crown Unleashed, you turned my frown upside down And I couldn't be happier with the surprise Of your laughter and the smile in your eyes
Let the party being Well picked we can win Remembering back to when now was then Round and round, to the start again
(c) November 5, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Do you wish the world were happy? / Then remember day by day, / Just to scatter seeds of kindness / As you pass along the way.” – Ella Wheeler Wilcox, poet (5 Nov 1850-1919)
“I rejoice in a belief that intellectual light will spring up in the dark corners of the earth; that freedom of enquiry will produce liberality of conduct.” – George Washington (1789)
“Excellence demands competition. Without a race there can be no champion, no records broken, no excellence — in education or in any other walk of life.” – Ronald Reagan
There is in core functionality An awakened and new sense of reality It's another bit from our biology That we're given over to our technology
We all have our half-hidden flaws Decidedly difficult as nature's laws That breaking our loops is difficult And when we try, our systems revolt
This is the way of our illusions Painted in over in visions of confusion We can't hide from our indiscretions However much we'd favor our progressions
There is no stopping what is true Twisted as we are in God's view Crooked notes played in broken keys The pain we suffer does not please
But in this pain, we are set free To explore and learn our possibility And yet, it is that we are not thankful The selfishness of humanity leaves us ungrateful
(c) November 3, 2022 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“It is the madness of folly, to expect mercy from those who have refused to do justice; and even mercy, where conquest is the object, is only a trick of war; the cunning of the fox is as murderous as the violence of the wolf.” – Thomas Paine (1776)
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
