Tag Archives: Blame

Wholly Holistic

Wholly Holisticby Michael DoyleLifting up the name of Jesus aboveLiving as we do, all His ways of loveIt’s apparent that we are blessedLiving as we do among the very bestFound in the notes and narrative of songAre the words that … Continue reading

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Stormfront Awakening

Stormfront Awakeningby Michael DoyleLooking around with any sense of credibilityIt would be the rare bird that had the abilityTo credibly claim with any sense of the plausibleThat politically awakening was something avoidableAll around the stormfront threatens from all sidesThe turning … Continue reading

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Nothing But Net

Nothing But Netby Michael DoyleLiving through drift with deferenceWe each live Beethoven’s experienceComing out from every defeatWe stretch our defenses as we greetAll that life gives to usFacing each day and just becauseA preacher’s kid knows the shift of anxietyEveryone’s … Continue reading

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We Then Move Past

We Then Move Pastby Michael DoyleWe then move past obstacles and blameNot allowing ourselves to know shameStanding above those things that give us shallow heartThese things such as jealousy from which we should departThe barrenness that clogs up the pores … Continue reading

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Stand Real

Stand Realby Michael DoyleEvery day it’s the same gameGoing out of our way to avoid blameWe need to live with boldnessInstead of living this lie, they’ve sold usComing up short, just to fall into graceThis is the holiness, that I … Continue reading

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Dark Matters

Dark Mattersby Michael DoyleYou were my bright tomorrowNow all I have is my sorrowAnd I’ve only myself to blamePlease don’t look at me in my shameFeelings bubbled up in troubleI opened my mouth, now its doubleI can barely see through … Continue reading

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Waters of Life

Waters of Lifeby Michael DoyleNavigating the waters of lifeFrom dreams of others comes lateThe sacrifices are not in vainFor the dreams and nightmares on the mainTo open one’s eyes and seeThe rebirth needed for eternityDreaming of the endless nightThe one … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: To the Extent That the West Is To Blame At All For the Ills of the Third World It Is To the Extent That the West Created Marx and His Successors

“To the extent that the West is to blame at all for the ills of the Third World it is to the extent that the West created Marx and his successors, among whom must be numbered many of those who … Continue reading

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Road Tripping

Road Trippingby Michael DoyleIn a long history of driving placesFilled with love and smiling facesWe took it up to a whole new levelWhere boredom was the only DevilIt’s all in about that sort of journeyOn our way to the edges … Continue reading

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Lisa (How To Love A New England Girl)

Lisa (How To Love A New England Girl)by Michael DoyleShe was born a New England girlWith dreams of her own and the leaves in a whirlEvery fall, she knew comfort in her seasonAnd he knew that she made sense beyond … Continue reading

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