Tag Archives: Grace

Venomously Bitten

Venomously Bittenby Michael DoyleOn this roller coaster of loveIt’s sometimes hard to keep track ofWho’s the saint, and who is sinningToo many complications can set things spinningThrowing in the towel isn’t how it’s doneNot if you’re fighting for your golden … 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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In the End (We Die Alone)

In the End (We Die Alone)by Michael DoyleHarsh words are toldSometimes quietly, sometimes boldThere are a million ways to live your yearsBut it’s best when you free your fearsAnte up to stay in the gameWhatever happened or who is to … Continue reading →

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About Trees

About Treesby Michael DoyleDriving through the forestIt can be a bit like a testTo know that they pleaseAs you examine all the treesFrom saplings up to the heightsA million reasons offer delightSome live through the centuriesAll offer their sweet legaciesBranched … Continue reading →

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Putting the Good In the Goodness

Putting the Good in the Goodnessby Michael DoyleIn the days of my life, I seek every day to learnKnowing full well that there is much to discernSeeking only to do my best to live the good lifeI seek earnestly to … Continue reading →

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Nature and Dignity Earned

Nature and Dignity Earnedby Michael DoyleThere’s a quiet in natureThat you won’t find in the cityIt helps you to think and matureLearning what is and isn’t prettyThis is especially true of the soulAs you learn the value of self-controlBeing where … Continue reading →

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(Walking Christ’s Love) To Eternity

(Walking Christ’s Love) To Eternityby Michael DoyleJesus is distinguished as the otherHoly savior and mankind’s brotherWholly God and man, we worship His nameHe and only He is able to cross out our blameWe stand humbly trusting in His authorityExcited as … Continue reading →

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Our Living Hope

Our Living Hopeby Michael DoyleOur living hope is pureMaking our souls sureOf the Lord’s living graceAs we gaze on His holy faceWe know this by the tracesIn all we do as we embraceIn this living God we knowWho brings light … Continue reading →

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To Raise Godly Children

To Raise Godly Childrenby Michael DoyleTime travels as shadows grow longerAnd the need to be wiser is strongerI look on my children and hope the bestI look for answers that might pass the testAs we raise our children for successIt’s … Continue reading →

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In Prayers for My Mother

In Prayers For My Motherby Michael DoyleMy ex-wife recovers from surgery on this Mother’s DayI gave up the weekend she owed to show in some sort of wayThat I wish her to recover and want my daughters to tendTo her … Continue reading →

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