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My Living Prayer

My Living Prayerby Michael DoyleLooking on the mountainsDown to the seasLiving waters from the fountainsI live my life to pleaseThe God of generationsBringer of true venerationWe need you, here and nowBelieving in the somehowThat gets me day to dayAs I … Continue reading

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First Principles: The Fabric of American Empire Ought To Rest On the Solid Basis of the Consent of the People. The Streams of National Power Ought To Flow From That Pure Fountain of All Legitimate Authority

“The fabric of American empire ought to rest on the solid basis of THE CONSENT OF THE PEOPLE. The streams of national power ought to flow from that pure, original fountain of all legitimate authority.” – Alexander Hamilton (1787)

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First Principles: The Fabric of American Empire Ought To Rest On the Solid Basis of the Consent of the People

“The fabric of American empire ought to rest on the solid basis of THE CONSENT OF THE PEOPLE. The streams of national power ought to flow from that pure, original fountain of all legitimate authority.” – Alexander Hamilton (1787)

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Thought For the Day: Talk Not of Wasted Affection, Affection Never Was Wasted

“Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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First Principles: The Fabric of American Empire Ought To Rest On the Solid Basis of the Consent of the People

“The fabric of American empire ought to rest on the solid basis of the consent of the people. The streams of national power ought to flow immediately from that pure, original fountain of all legislative authority.”  – Alexander Hamilton

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The Unfolding Story of the First Christmas Day

The Unfolding Story of the First Christmas Dayby Michael DoyleChristmas didn’t come with a pretty bowIf you didn’t know this, you need to knowThere was a lot of ugly in what became beautifulThe something simple transformed into the wonderfulShepherds were … Continue reading

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Flaws of My Heart

Sat in on an early morning sermon today.   While listening in, this came to mind… Flaws of My Heart by Michael Doyle My flaws of the heart Directed by sin from the start My eyes closed to Godly fear I … Continue reading

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Mother’s Day 2017, Part III

Mother’s Day 2017, Part III by Michael Romani As rare and true as a mother’s love Only second to that of God above Is a gift that has blessed each of us Given to each as a just because That’s … Continue reading

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