Tag Archives: Glory

Road Trips With My Daughters 2024

Road Trips With My Daughters 2024by Michael DoyleThere’s a sort of magic I learned as I grewThat traveling with children reveals anewThe wonders and enchantments there are to findAlong with the souvenirs that serve to remindOne of the places gone … Continue reading

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Through the Son

Through the Sonby Michael DoyleThere’s something in my attitudeIt’s heard in my love and gratitudeOn my knees, I am prayingOn my lips, I am sayingHallelujah, for all my healingThere is grace in all I’m feelingHere in all my daysI keep … Continue reading

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First Principles: To Him Who Is Able To Do Immeasurably More Than All We Ask Or Imagine, According To His Power That Is At Work Within Us

“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, … Continue reading

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Shape Shifting Ideologies

Shape Shifting Ideologiesby Michael DoyleIn this age of putrid and flaccid philosophy We have turned our faith away from mankindSome feel AI is a better path than ideologiesIn which undefined concepts are a forced bindWe bid the surface farewell and … Continue reading

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He Inspires

He Inspiresby Michael DoyleThough His body was brokenIn His words that were spokenHe revealed that we are forgivenEven in the times that we live inAs our living hope, He held out His handOffering grace that we might understandThe struggles we … Continue reading

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A Nephilim Hypothesis

A Nephilim Hypothesisby Michael DoyleThere were legends of giants in those daysWho walked the earth living beside manThe Bible explains their different waysAs sons of God from the daughters of manJust who were the NephilimWho lived in a past that … Continue reading

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The Original Wild Child

The Original Wild Childby Michael DoyleOver pizza. we swung from vine to vineThese laughing daughters making the timeTo watch a remake of Tarzan this Saturday nightEach smile a moonbeam of their father’s delightWe talk as we watch Africa’s original feral … Continue reading

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Ghost Story

Ghost Storyby Michael DoyleRemember Remember meMy death Was cold miseryThere is no record At least officiallyBut my lynching Is part of historyI’m cold and alone Without a name on the stonePlease talk to me I need a sort of legacyI … Continue reading

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The Greatest Masterpiece

The Greatest Masterpieceby Michael DoyleThe Nativity reminds us of the storyPresent in our lives in all its gloryIn our hearts and in all of our daysWith not a moment spent in going astrayIn their play of love for the artsWe … Continue reading

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Feels Like Singin’ In the Rain

Feels Like Singin’ In the Rainby Michael DoyleAcross the musicals of American BroadwayThe composers have found a thousand waysTo move our spirits to hurt and to soarAnd they leave us wanting to hear moreAs the songsters lay our souls bare … Continue reading

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