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Echo Back

Echo Backby Michael DoyleMy words echo back into tomorrowA half-life that’s full of sorrowI’m often sorry for what I sayThe demons inside won’t have it any other wayIf these were the last words I saidI wouldn’t want them rolling in … Continue reading

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Like A Child

Like A Childby Michael DoyleUnafraid like a childFeeling the spirit of the wildI serve our Father’s kingdomIn the name of love and freedomPraising Jesus’s sweet nameThe spirit of the Lord is the sameThat brings our Father’s loveBelieved from below; proclaimed … Continue reading

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In A Less Than Perfect World

In A Less Than Perfect Worldby Michael DoyleI look out into my living roomIt gives me hope instead of gloomTo see my daughters study by preferenceAnd not out of some required deferenceMaybe I did one or two things rightTo be … Continue reading

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On Turning 17

On Turning 17by Michael DoyleThe days crawl slowly on one by oneAnd your birthday is past and doneI am still thinking on what it meansThat my baby girl has turned seventeenWasn’t it only just yesterdayThat you entered this world’s wayLaying … Continue reading

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In Beginning To Chill Hostility

In Beginning To Chill Hostilityby Michael DoyleIn truth, Christ came to save us allBringing us peace, as we might recallChrist has already graced us as He’s doneIn the name of the Father, the Spirit, and the SonIn this world, hanging … 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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To Keep Growing

To Keep Growingby Michael DoyleIn the first end, we objectifyWhat we were once taught to deify But being nothing but the average manWe still seek to do the best we canWe get so very much wrongTrying to model ourselves and … Continue reading

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The Power In No

The Power In Noby Michael DoyleIn my life, I’ve been a sonHeld by a mother as second to noneTo my sister, I have been a brotherLoved by her like no otherI’ve been a doting sort of fatherOf my two beautiful, … Continue reading

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The Quiet Colors

The Quiet Colorsby Michael DoyleAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeI feel as lonely as the pain insideTortured to my soul, and … Continue reading

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Newport Aquarium

Newport Aquariumby Michael DoyleAs though a knight eager on his questI, as a father, find little need to restInstead, I eagerly undertake a two-hour driveGlad to teach my daughters and feel aliveThough I wish I could take them to the … Continue reading

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