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Sufficiency

Sufficiencyby Michael DoyleGod’s grace is filled with sufficiencyIt eases us from lives of deficiencyWe walk this world, but not aloneStep by step, we come to atoneWithin God’s sacred familyWe learn God’s word is not a homilyBut a walk we live … Continue reading

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To Love Like Swans

To NadinKatrin: To Love Like Swansby Michael Doyle Our love is like the love of swansMy love, you are always in my heartWe may now swim separate pondsBut in our hearts, we are never apart It hurts when I can’t … Continue reading

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A Razor’s Truth

A Razor’s Truthby Michael DoyleIn a time when all eyes Should be looking toward the skiesFilled with wonder and majestyThere’s a preference for conspiracyThe more is, the better if mired in tragedySometimes, it feels more like a comedyPeople are mystified … Continue reading

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A Road of Traveled Story

A Road of Traveled Storyby Michael DoyleThis universe isn’t made of cosmic dustThough we all depend on God as we mustThis universe is a road of traveled gloryEach of us has our own part in this storyGiven our roles, we … Continue reading

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Seasons Lived

Seasons Livedby Michael DoyleLife comes and goesDefined in seasonsIt has its reasonsAs our life sowsThat which we reapComes with joy that we’ll keepKeeping goodness as our laneHoping all the others try to do the sameStepping forward into the greatnessWe know … Continue reading

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Remembering Prince

Remembering Princeby Michael DoyleI remember listening to a nightingale singSomewhere in Europe and just about springAnd thinking about things dismissed in hasteA lot of which was only my imagined wasteOne of these was Prince, dead at fifty-sevenDid find his way … Continue reading

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Jesus Is the Key

Jesus Is the Keyby Michael DoyleThe story has been toldJesus is the key to all I holdHe’s there in every victoryAs near and far as I can seeGiving sight to the blindI see how He’s healed the lameLooking further, I … Continue reading

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The Influence of Pulp Fiction

The Influence of Pulp Fictionby Michael DoyleScience fiction without a snarkDidn’t just materialize out of the darkIn 1926, Hugo Gernsback, without a lot of gloryCame to publish the first Amazing StoriesFrom the cover of this first, we might knowThe Hugo … Continue reading

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The Lord Turns His Blessed Face

The Lord Turns His Blessed Faceby Michael DoylePraise the Father; Praise the SonPraise the Spirit for what is doneJoy spreads across all creationGiving us all its holy inspirationTruth is truth, new to oldThis is God’s story toldAll things that are … Continue reading

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From the Mountains of Madness

From the Mountains of Madnessby Michael DoyleIt’s difficult to say which came firstWas it feelings of fear or bloody thirst That moves souls beyond the edges of sadnessPilloried by the blinding drive of madnessThe dreams of men are older than … Continue reading

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