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Giving Up On Being Superman

Giving Up On Being Supermanby Michael DoyleThose of us who wished to be a supermanHave mostly ended up seeming like Peter PanThere comes a time when it becomes bestTo put such delusions to their restHaving hit the wall without a … Continue reading

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In Each Day

In Each Dayby Michael DoyleThe bread is the body takenThe cup received is of faith unshakenThe love given bring us peaceThrough the forgiveness that brings releaseUnshaken for a thousand generationsMay we walk in and know holy venerationRejoicing in knowing we … Continue reading

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Voices Speak

Voices Speakby Michael DoyleVoices speak over one another requiring choiceWhere should we focus with more than one voiceIt’s wholly revolutionary moving past the situationWith disgruntled perspectives knowing absorptionThe simple man always wants to speak the truthBut so few have listened … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: Be Water, My Friend

“Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves.” “Empty your … Continue reading

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With A Cup of Coffee

With A Cup of Coffeeby Michael DoyleWith a cup of coffee, happiness is servedJust another lie brings what is deservedThe weather blows in something strangeSoon it will be that a life will rearrangeKnowing when to step is the secretOf happy … Continue reading

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Dropping the Wrong Attitude

Dropping the Wrong Attitudeby Michael DoyleTaking a deep breath with communityA moment to bring this to realityEvery day lived in our true measureLiving dignified even under pressureCrossing the valley of well-renown despairApproaching Gethsemane, the place of whereBeauty and brokenness are … Continue reading

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Whatever Our Circumstances Now

Whatever Our Circumstances Nowby Michael DoyleThanks given in every circumstanceNo matter the truth of the happenstanceThere’s a joyful noise to raiseAs we join together in our praiseSing our song as we rejoice togetherRedeemed by His grace, life is betterLike prisoners … Continue reading

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The Death Head of Night

The Death Head of Nightby Michael DoyleThere in the darkest of the 20th CenturyWere pages to learn from in our historySuch evil as was darker than the nightWhere our traditions still bring us lightNo matter what the king tells usTruth … Continue reading

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Checking My To-Dos

A little something that was kind of fun to come up with on my guitar: Checking My To-Dos by Michael Doyle Checking my to-dos Off of my list Brushing by your lips That needed kissed Baby, don’t you cry We’re … Continue reading

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A Cowboy Slips Into Easy

Some of my heroes have been cowboys.  At least one of them was a cowgirl.  My sister.  She’s likely riding the North Back 40 in heaven now looking down on us all and encouraging us to ride through this storm … Continue reading

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