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An Outpouring of Praise

An Outpouring of Praiseby Michal DoyleWith the power to saveYou called me out of my graveI was heavy from sins chainsAnd all of my own efforts were in vainThe day of my salvationCame to change my destinationYour love brought a … Continue reading →

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Truth of Dust Roads Taken

Truth of Dust Roads Takenby Michael DoyleSome of the deepest truths are told in fictionEspecially those of times of historical frictionPushed into competition over narrowed resourcesInherent conflicts rise as nature takes its coursesSome conflicts come with visible tags of shameWhere … Continue reading →

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Modern Russian Violence

Modern Russian Violenceby Michael DoyleAs time moves forward, leaving the 19th century behindOne still needs to understand a measure of the Russian mindThe war crimes in Ukraine will never be the finest hourThe Russian people have experienced as Putin growls … Continue reading →

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These Are the Days of Us

Dedicated to my youngest daughter who I very dearly love and very nearly lost two years ago today… These Are the Days of Usby Michael DoyleThese are the days of usI learned this from a childWho gave this wisdom becauseThis … Continue reading →

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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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