When it comes down to chasing around, In my life, I have truly found There's nothing that God cannot do. This, I know in my soul to be true.
Greater things I can conceive When I walk in the light and believe. What I witness in this hour Is the wonder of God's holy power.
I walk my life in praise, Feeling God's presence in my days. This is a day of celebration As we gather together for our salvation.
What I've seen from the Father and the Son Is a living testimony to what God has done. No more death, it's fallen away and gone, And I worship the God that I depend on.
I look on as He takes His throne of majesty, Grateful for all the things that I see. The life that's lived in His name, We are unblemished from all shame.
I walk my life in praise, Feeling God's presence in my days. This is a day of celebration As we gather together for our salvation.
(c) August 6, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Crimes increase as education, opportunity, and property decrease. Whatever spreads ignorance, poverty and, discontent causes crime…. Criminals have their own responsibility, their own share of guilt, but they are merely the hand…. Whoever interferes with equal rights and equal opportunities is in some real degree, responsible for the crimes committed in the community.” – Rutherford B. Hayes
Below the frozen leaves Rests the haunting memory. The nocturnal strains man believes Are what makes for our only certainty.
I'm a shattered soul of Autumn's grief, And the blood of faith stains my soul. My black tears of love knows no relief, Here in a life torn asunder and out of my control.
It's the blood stained tears of chaos That hold me in its dark alliance. The sound of silence tells of my loss. Fear of the dark speaks of broken reliance.
The river flows frozen in its dreaded time. The scourge of malice weighs me down. Abandoned by Heaven, it feels infernal, yet sublime. The tears glisten bitterness bringing their frown.
Demonic dreams are filling my soul every night, As I dream unseen into an ethereal mist. Unhallowed, my world will never again be right. Engraved in black is the something that I have missed.
Thrown as a hammer from the howling void, Somber tidings burn deep into my broken mind. The yearning abyss whispers of madness I avoid, Usurping the starry wisdom left behind.
It's the absurdity of apocryphal gravity That drowns out the light above from below. The pressure points explode without levity, As I realize there is so much that I will never know.
(c) August 5, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“To love very much is to love inadequately; we love-that is all. Love cannot be modified without being nullified. Love is a short word but it contains everything. Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe the air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us. Love is not a word; it is a wordless state indicated by four letters.” – Guy de Maupassant
Always, never, and forever, A girl in her youth though herself clever. With a haughty sense, and lacking grace She said goodbye to his parental embrace.
Her father silently let go, Hurting that he had barely said hello. It's the modern age of subversive shallow, And his fire had begun to burn low.
He hadn't meant to break her concentration, Weary as he was of her proposed distraction. He knew only her world was in her hands And he? He quietly does his best to understand.
Letting go into the spirits of the air, He knew that he must close his eyes and dare. A panda's diary spoke of a world yet to explore. He had taught her so much; the world would teach her more.
The ashes of time were left but hard to find, There in the shining days inside her mind. She was sunshine and darkness, needing no shadow. He was a father quietly letting go...
... With only a mostly hidden tear... ... knowing he would miss and love her...
(c) August 3, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
In truth and good faith, I do well, Unashamed as I am of the full gospel. Fanning into flames my testimony, In the name of God and spoken faithfully.
From faith and for faith, we live, Taking our lead from what righteousness gives. Turning to God for what we need, We hope to transform these lessons into word and deed.
Following the path lead out by Paul, We take in life's fusion of all. Taken in as a form of ministry, We seek the truth we can derive from history.
We, humanity, in all of our many seasons, Have given up on God for multiple reasons. The questions are about fallen human nature, And what perhaps is the best way to mature.
Who are we, what are we in our ancient origin? Where are we going and is ours ever the ways of sin? Said only quietly but in the naked declarative, We have lost our way no longer held in narrative.
II.
The progressive Left accuses us of clinging to God. I'm not overly bright, but I don't think that's odd - That we who are civilization's greatest conceivers Are also among the strongest of believers.
We live in common society as captive exiles, Keeping our faith, patiently dressed in smiles. Martin Luther realized God's love as a gift. Righteousness is meant to bridge the rift.
It's not meant to hold us down in misgiven fear, But rather to give us strength to persevere. Instead, the modern world has psychologically Given up on truth and no longer lives morally.
It is seen as uncomfortable to witness sin, Forgetting that respect for God is where wisdom begins. The Gospel holds the truths told at heart For this then is exactly where we need to start.
The Devil wants the godly to live in despair, We need to chase him back to Hell and keep him there. It's not the what of what we do, but what God has done. It is in this that our sacred victory is already won.
III.
It's said that Paul in statue was considered small, But he did mush and was spiritually ten feet tall. The word of the cross is the heart of the Gospel That each Christian is charged to openly tell.
The story of Jesus is a challenge to the Jews, And it was folly to the Gentiles in their views. It's hard to take in rising from the dead, Yet our attention is needed to all things He said.
That He alone is the truth, way, and the light, Born to guide us out of darkness into the Father's sight. There's no shame in sharing all parts of the Gospel. It's the truth as told for all to faithfully reveal.
The winds of corrupt society are blowing in our face, No longer at our backs, yet still, we lovingly embrace All of the truths we hold out and speak as if we're bold, And we are in no way ashamed of the Gospel we are told.
It is in this that we find and share spiritual connection, Beginning with our blessings from His resurrection. The road to Damascus brought a rebounding change. It was blessed, needed, and yet radically strange.
IV.
The truth spares us sin's dark penalty, And this then is all the truth to me. Yet, having the truth is not the faith of salvation, But it brings us nearer to that destination.
Even if untold, the Gospel is the un-played song, Regardless of if life is short or keeps to be long, Satisfaction is found in hold our faith strong. It is, to the family of God that we do belong.
The Gospel isn't merely to give information. It is, in fact, to effect radical transformation, Becoming something central to turning life upside down. In doing so, we gain our victory's sweetest crown.
I'm not foolish enough to put faith in only myself, And my salvation won't be found on some unread shelf. It's through the power of Christ that I'm redeemed, As holy as this is, it is as if I have steadily dreamed.
It is to say that when push comes to life's shove, I, among others, stand firm for the cause of God above. It's in this righteousness, I pray for and of That in God's strength, we will live for God's love.
(c)August 3, 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 