Tag Archives: Mercy

Hymn of the Taken Heart

Hymn of the Taken Heartby Michael DoyleThere’s a lot to be doneI do it through the SonHailing Jesus as the kingI lift my voice and singBending like a tree in a hurricaneHoping for blessed salvation that cameTo teach me the … Continue reading →

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A Memory of Losses

A Memory of Lossesby Michael DoyleEven a cursory read of the Hadith findsIt is enjoined to treat others kindTo never kill unless it is necessaryThe death of even one requires a necessityTo save even one is to save all of … Continue reading →

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Unity In God’s Family

Unity In God’s Familyby Michael DoyleLife proves the truth of God’s reliabilityAs God gets us through our adversitiesWe stand grateful as we become more wiseLearning to love the world through His eyesWe were once living in transgression and sinCraving the … Continue reading →

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How, Then, Should I Live?

How Then Should I Live?by Michael DoyleI look around this world with troubles to seeAnd I wonder to myself how then should I be?There are troubles all around – enough to seeThe need is here everywhere for another way to … Continue reading →

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The Quiet Colors

The Quiet Colorsby Michael DoyleAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeAs the quiet colors Of the midnight hour Starts to come to closeI feel as lonely as the pain insideTortured to my soul, and … Continue reading →

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Crossing Palms On Purim

Crossing Palms On Purimby Michael DoyleThis blessed day of Purim is also Palm SundayOffering mercy and majesty in God’s own wayA reversal of fortune arises by way of definitionIn how Esther was able to avoid the annihilationOf God’s people on … Continue reading →

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Grief and Memory

Grief and Memoryby Michael DoyleAdmittedly, I have never really been oneTo follow the lives of those holding celebrityFor the most part, when it’s all said and doneI’ve had even less time for British royaltyBut the turn of news imparted quite … Continue reading →

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Deep End Moments

Deep End Momentsby Michael DoyleThe deep end of the dating sceneIt can be or seem extremely shallowThat is, if you know what I meanIt’s, at best, the higher love’s shadowCan true love come without face-to-face?Or is that hoping for a … Continue reading →

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Mountain of Consequence

Mountain of Consequenceby Michael DoyleThere are legends of lost treasureThat goes deep and beyond known measureThe locks that must be brokenAs the stories are told, quietly spokenMankind’s greed leads to deathAn old man mumbles under breathWhile the bringer of life … Continue reading →

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Against All Hope

Against All Hopeby Michael DoyleAll alone, by myselfI searched on the shelfFor the words to knowJust how I might growTo start over in this testTo come through with the restIn a crash of my identityI lived my life renewing sincerityThere … Continue reading →

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