Tag Archives: Creation

Holy Is My God’s Name

Holy Is My God’s Nameby Michael DoyleHoly is my God’s nameHis wonders erase my blameHe descended among us on His arrivalTo bring humanity to our survivalHis abundance gives us allHere together we heed His callYahweh’s mercy is shownNo greater love … Continue reading

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Children of Our Sun

Children of Our Sunby Michael DoyleTonight, under the rise of the Cold MoonI realize another year has passed too soonAnd still, old truths bear the necessityOf being repeated with some incredulityDaily chaos brings particles of light That refract under the … Continue reading

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As I Speak This

As I Speak Thisby Michael DoyleA lighthouse guides my wayIn the darkness, I will prayA thousand generations find victoryIn the Lamb’s sweet majestyThe most excellent name on highIs written across a wounded skyCrying holy across all creationIt gives the strength … Continue reading

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Just One More Psychotic Break

Just One More Psychotic Breakby Michael DoyleCosmic horror played the killing schoolThat taught the writer of chilling ghoulsThis was the bogeyman’s secret in his tombThat rose up from the barren gothic wombThis was where a dark demon became a faceless … 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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The Painful Reality of Perfectionism

The Painful Reality of Perfectionismby Michael DoyleThere is a need to face eventuallyWhether painful or not, the realityThat however much we have optimismThere is no such thing as perfectionismAt least so much as actually be perfectThere is only really the … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: I Do Not Think There Is Any Thrill That Can Go Through the Human Heart Like That Felt By The Inventor As He Sees Some Creation of the Brain Unfolding To Success

“I do not think there is any thrill that can go through the human heart like that felt by the inventor as he sees some creation of the brain unfolding to success… Such emotions make a man forget food, sleep, … Continue reading

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Cheap Candles Finding Gold

Cheap Candles Finding Goldby Michael DoyleAsk any Rabbi, and you’re sure to findA story or two to give sight to the blindIt’s a whispered rumor illustrating the taleOf how those with pride are sure to fallEven cheap candles can illuminate … Continue reading

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