Tag Archives: Blame

The Rejected Man Stumbles

The Rejected Man Stumblesby Michael DoyleThe rejected man stumbles back into the darknessFilled as he has become by this life’s harshnessHe had been helpful and knowledgeable in his waysAnd though ill-tempered, he was useful in his daysScience, too, is useful … Continue reading

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Praying In the Name Of…

Praying In the Name Of…by Michael DoyleThe battle is won in victoryMy hands lift up in God, not meThroughout all of my daysEvery waking moment, focused on His waysMy hands lift up in His holy praiseHe is the author of … Continue reading

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Waking To the Smell of Coffee

Waking To the Smell of Coffeeby Michael DoyleWhat if life could be seenBy every single human beingPut out as if a streaming movie?Would we still want to be you and me?Or is this an awful possibilityAnd we’d want to buy … Continue reading

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Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruitby Michael DoyleLove of witchcraft presents the evidenceThat the ability to influence is no coincidenceAs they open up evil, door by doorAnd find a craven audience wanting moreThe portal to desires some wish to exploreOpen up to all, beginning … Continue reading

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His Cure

His Cureby Michael DoyleJehovah by nameHe takes our blamePurified in praiseBringing light to our daysHis is the peaceThat wins from sin, our releaseGiving us our freedomIn the name of His KingdomHe who has set the starsAllowing us healing from our … Continue reading

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The Mothman Cometh

The Mothman Comethby Michael DoyleGraceful yet frighteningI saw him by lightening With two red eyes glaringI couldn’t help staringPleading his wild eyed mysteryA part of West Virginian historyThis mysterious sort of beingThat the moonlight might bringA chilling whisper finds its … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: We Must Correct the Generationally Failed Social Policies That Have Resulted In the Common Denominator of Most Violence – Fatherless Homes; Abjectly Violent Media. Stop Blaming Guns For Violence.

“We, as a nation, must rise above using the blood of innocents to further our own political agendas while blaming our political opponents for violence. It is time we identified the underlying causes of the epidemic of violence besieging our … Continue reading

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Self-Stirred To Capability

Self-Stirred To Capabilityby Michael DoyleStepping up to live and serveI walk in more blessings than I deserveIn this faith, I grow and growLiving more love than I might knowGuilt and innocence is our cultureLitigious in nature is what we nurtureCaught … Continue reading

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Uthred of Bamburgh

Uthred of Bamburghby Michael DoyleThe blood runs deepAs Saxon mothers weepSatan has crossed the landsUnder blood thirst’s craven commandVahalla’s gates open wideWatching as seven kings diedThe Valkyries accept the deathAs Uthred draws his last breathA hero though rarely namedIf England … Continue reading

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