Tag Archives: How It Should Be

Before It’s Too Late

Before It’s Too Lateby Michael DoyleI hold no real begrudgementAgainst the Holy God of judgmentAnd how it seems most on meNot them, yet as a matter of theologyThat it is most how it should beToo often, I cross the linePretending … Continue reading

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Whispered My Reminder

Whispered My Reminderby Michael DoyleWhispered my reminderOf how it should beI thought I’d never find herMy side by side for eternityYou hear it said that true loveLasts and you know it never endsGod reveals this from abovePatiently blessing lovers as … Continue reading

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