Tag Archives: Heart

First Principles: Every Man Who Loves His Country…Ought To…Be Able To Set A Due Value On the Means of Preserving It

“Every man who loves peace, every man who loves his country, every man who loves liberty, ought to have it ever before his eyes, that he may cherish in his heart a due attachment to the Union of America, and … Continue reading

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End Game

End Gameby Michael DoyleAt the base of our societyIs none other than the familyWhere better to build a ministryTo make the changes needed for historyIt’s a struggle in drifting apartWe need to focus on matters of the heartThe stages of … Continue reading

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I Walk In Praise

I Walk In Praiseby Michael DoyleRaised hands toward heavenI walk in my praiseTake a taste of bread unleavenedIn communion with His graceI hold onto His storyPraising His name in all gloryMy heart filled with His traceAs holiness shines from His … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: There Exists A Law…Inborn In Our Hearts…If Our Lives Are Endangered…Any and Every Method of Protecting Ourselves Is Morally Right

“There exists a law, not written down anywhere but inborn in our hearts; a law which comes to us not by training or custom or reading but by derivation and absorption and adoption from nature itself; a law which has … Continue reading

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Dark Matters

Dark Mattersby Michael DoyleYou were my bright tomorrowNow all I have is my sorrowAnd I’ve only myself to blamePlease don’t look at me in my shameFeelings bubbled up in troubleI opened my mouth, now its doubleI can barely see through … Continue reading

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You Cannot Hurt Me

You Cannot Hurt Meby Michael DoyleYou cannot hurt meIt’s beyond possibilityI am damaged goodsA babe lost in the woodsOf my own heart, my own mindLike innocence left far behindEvery day I wake up numbed by painAll of my good intentions, … Continue reading

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With A Kiss To the Heart

With A Kiss To the Heartby Michael DoyleWith a kiss to the heartMy love woke with a startThinking on the words saidAnd waking parts thought deadSpeaking ’til early mornMy soul became a smile wornUntil it reaches my faceFinding what it … Continue reading

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First Principles: This Falsehood of the Tongue Leads To That of the Heart, and In Time Depraves All Its Good Disposition

“It is of great importance to set a resolution, not to be shaken, never to tell an untruth. There is no vice so mean, so pitiful, so contemptible; and he who permits himself to tell a lie once, finds it … Continue reading

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First Principles: ‘Tis the Business of Little Minds to Shrink; But He Whose Heart Is Firm, and Whose Conscience Approves His Conduct, Will Pursue His Principles Unto Death

“I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. ‘Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, … Continue reading

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Lisa (How To Love A New England Girl)

Lisa (How To Love A New England Girl)by Michael DoyleShe was born a New England girlWith dreams of her own and the leaves in a whirlEvery fall, she knew comfort in her seasonAnd he knew that she made sense beyond … Continue reading

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