It is beautiful when you find That the one who is on your mind Has been waiting for you. Maybe it's a sign that it's true.
That love is like the sunrise, As it's captured in your eyes, Like a message coming from above. It's an open door to love.
Sometimes it is just meant to be. It's plain enough to see. The parts of all fit together When two people make each other better.
Out of breath, you run as fast as you can. You know that you were born to be her man. She brings you hope; she brings you smiles. You'd chase her forever across the endless miles.
Her voice is the sweet sense of life's melody. It seems to call to you to be her harmony. And that light inside her beautiful eyes Holds the wisdom of the sunrise.
Sometimes it is just meant to be. It's plain enough to see. The parts of all fit together When two people make each other better.
The feelings felt come across honestly. The steps taken have led to this destiny. It could have happened on any street. Star-crossed lovers are born to meet.
Prayers spread from folded hands. The look in her eyes whispers she understands. What if an amazing God has had His plan In creating this woman to be loved by her man?
Sometimes it is just meant to be. It's plain enough to see. The parts of all fit together When two people make each other better.
(c) December 2, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The constitution regulates our stewardship; the constitution devotes the domain to union, to justice, to defense, to welfare, and to liberty. But there is a higher law than the constitution, which regulates our authority over the domain, and devotes it to the same noble purposes. The territory is a part, no inconsiderable part, of the common heritage of mankind, bestowed upon them by the Creator of the universe. We are his stewards, and must so discharge our trust as to secure in the highest attainable degree their happiness.” – William H. Seward
It seems like the truth behind so many stories. We had to dare the lightning to find the glories. Yesterday's lessons, we thought would never end, These were the moments we really needed a friend.
It's really not about what you're deserving, But they toughen you up so that you can be serving Out the discipleship that forms the believer. Hope and faith get us past the worst deceiver.
Well, it's not so funny now, How we lived through the pain. We get through it somehow, Dodging between the falling rain.
The prophets warned us to keep our heads low, Along the way, we'd learn what to know. But the clock on the wall was ticking too slow, We were young and always on the go.
We had a thirst for all the coming living, Thanks to God for always being forgiving, Despite our hope, there were too many wrong turns. I guess that's what it takes us to learn.
Well, it's not so funny now, How we lived through the pain. We get through it somehow, Dodging between the falling rain.
Life is full of learning from the past, The trouble is that the days move far too fast. Like a stone thrown, we were born to cast Setting sail upstream without our mast.
We believed as believers do in faith and hope. Somehow along the way, we've managed to cope. Now we are watching our own children running. We'd love to advise them, but they're busy outgunning.
Well, it's not so funny now, How we lived through the pain. We get through it somehow, Dodging between the falling rain.
They won't listen, so we don't preach. We'd love a moment to maybe lovingly teach. It seems they know life is just within reach. Maybe it's time we relax on life's beach.
There is so much they have to live to learn. We remember how life taught us to discern. And we talk to them with eyes full of love. It's with hopeful prayer we give this to the man above.
Well, it's not so funny now, How we lived through the pain. We get through it somehow, Dodging between the falling rain.
(c) December 1, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“For we must consider that we shall be as a City upon a hill. The eyes of all people are upon us. Soe that if we shall deal falsely with our God in this work we have undertaken, and so cause him to withdraw his present help from us, we shall be made a story and a byword throughout the world.” – John Winthrop
“You can’t overthink the music. Mood and intensity can’t be manufactured. The blues isn’t about structure; it’s what you bring to it. The spontaneity of capturing a specific moment is what drives it.” – Jimmy Page
Harkening the Herald of Heaven and Earth Joined by Michael Doyle
Each carol has its own sort of power, As the music wafts along, filling the hour. The joy of heavenly host and humanity joined in harmony, As our carols march along throughout history.
Harmonize in praise of God; it was not to be missed That Christmastide occurs during the time of the Solstice. Mid-winter had long been a time of pagan celebration, Knowing this caused tension for this Christian declaration.
Most confined church music to acapella and plainsong. Joy and collaboration were said not to belong. Carols were subject to the church's prohibition, Until St. Francis pursued focus on the incarnation.
Turning a decisive eye on God's presence since the Nativity Brought God's walk among us to light without naivety. Harkening to the herald of joy that angels and men would sing, And from this all the blessings this bold carol would bring.
All the quiet moments under God's holy sky added up Until at last, Christ's sacrifice came from Golgotha's cup. Stepping out in faith emboldens souls to atone, And find purpose in keeping God's Son on the kingdom's throne.
This song tells of a time when angels offered a proclamation That called mankind to bravely give our love and dedication. The Mishnah speaks as a matter of venerable interpretation, The witnessing shepherds were priests charged with dedication.
These priests kept the temple sheep for atoning sacrifice. This was done to bear our sins pure enough to suffice. This was an invitation to God's triumph taking place, And it welcomed all of mankind to take part in God's embrace.
We find that the favor of the Lord has been given To all of humanity, and our sins have been forgiven. Praise arose in Heaven and Earth to be given always, In all the places throughout the eternity of all days.
All voices were raised, filled with praise in this holy adoration, This was a time of joy and venerated celebration. This one song celebrates the Christ child as He arrived, And as a praise song, Hark the Herald, has blessedly survived.
Looking back on the beginning's obscurity, It is clear that Christ came to us cloaked in humility. Chasm and divide were filled with their second chances, And so were given grace in our Lord's sacred dance.
From the manger's crib to Calvary's cross, victory was won. God had come to walk among us in the shape of His son. The triumph needed was given, spread, and deeply believed By Christ's holy flock blessed by salvation's plan conceived.
We search our hearts for reasons for our sanctification. Happy enough to spread the Good News of mankind's salvation. As we come together, let us join our lives in an open prayer, Grateful for the God who is always present here.
(c) November 30, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“A voice of one calling in the wilderness, ‘Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him. Every valley shall be filled in, every mountain and hill made low. The crooked roads shall become straight, the rough ways smooth. And all people will see God’s salvation. – Luke 3:4-6, citing Isaiah
“And in despair I bowed my head; “There is no peace on earth,” I said; “For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!” Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: “God is not dead, nor doth he sleep! The Wrong shall fail, the Right prevail, With peace on earth, good-will to men!” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In a blind man's eyes We can make the world A lot more wonderful. In a blind man's eyes We can make this world A million shades of beautiful.
If only we would try. You know that I don't lie. Trade your smile for your cry. Give your laugh, not a sigh. We've got to do it or die. Let's give it one more try.
We can do it a whole lot better. We're all in this together. I won't give up on you. Don't you give up on me. We've got a lot to do. It's a world of possibility.
Don't you know that I care? Let's open our hearts to share. I bet we can do it if we dare. Don't point fingers; be fair. Don't touch that sunny dial. Let's keep it stuck on smile.
The world can take until we've had enough. It comes at us demanding we be tough. Taking our dreams when it can, From every woman and every man. When it knocks us down again, Give a helping hand to every friend.
We're all in from the top of our hearts. We'll break through from the very start. We're all in this world together. Come on, let's dare to make it better. Getting knocked down; let's get back up again. Let's lend a hand to all of our friends.
We can do it a whole lot better. We're all in this together. I won't give up on you. Don't you give up on me. We've got a lot to do. It's a world of possibility.
(c) November 29, 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 