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Scrambling On God’s Path

Scrambling On God’s Pathby Michael DoyleIt was a Sunday morning scrambleWhen with his words at a rambleThe minister began to tell his taleHoping somehow the truth will prevailHoping to bring his congregationCloser to the heart of God in aggregationGod’s grace … Continue reading

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On the Third Day

On the Third Dayby Michael DoyleThe Holy Spirit brings us powerBut we bring tenderness to this hourEaster then is the pinnacle of gloryAs we tell the tale of the resurrection storyGod is the business of setting things rightHe paid for … Continue reading

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Living Scripture

Living Scriptureby Michael DoyleWe started church with a prayer for UkraineI can only further pray it is not in vainThe horrors that they are going throughCan only be endured by the strength of how God is trueTurning next in our … Continue reading

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The Unfolding Story of the First Christmas Day

The Unfolding Story of the First Christmas Dayby Michael DoyleChristmas didn’t come with a pretty bowIf you didn’t know this, you need to knowThere was a lot of ugly in what became beautifulThe something simple transformed into the wonderfulShepherds were … Continue reading

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Gotta Get the Truth Out

Gotta Get the Truth Outby Michael DoyleBoth sides are rightBoth sides are wrongIn the dead of the nightWhere do I belong?The words that are saidWhen none should speakRoll around in my headAs I look down from this peakThere’s a lot … Continue reading

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Na/GloPoWriMo #19: St Patrick’s Day Kiss

Na/GloPoWriMo #19: St Patrick’s Day Kissby Michael DoyleLike a lucky man wondering ifYou’d always beMy lucky charmLiving in a moment’s blissIt was easy to seeAnother kiss could do no harmGotta phone that message inLet it ring true, again and againLong … Continue reading

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Attached In Meaning

Attached In Meaningby Michael DoyleWords are mainly symbolsSomething that vaguely resemblesAn agreement between we human beingsAs to what it is that we are meaningWe need a little less of the dictionaryAs we each act out our own PictionaryOf all that … Continue reading

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In Studying Jerzzie 101

In Studying Jerzzie 101by Michael DoyleIn the studying of my Jerzzie 101I think of all that you share and we’ve doneYou are more than the sum of your partsThough your love is the essence of my heartWhen I think of … Continue reading

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In the Tears We’ve Cried

Love, especially long distance love, can be so difficult.  Funny how it feels so easy when two hearts that mesh well meet.  Then things can get difficult.  But, you know what?  Bob Marley is right… was right.. whatever.  Thing is … Continue reading

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