Tag Archives: New Meaning

She Learns To Survive

She Learns To Surviveby Michael DoyleTo her, I’m her fatherAs I watch my daughterWalking alone in the nightShe’s always been my lightBut it wasn’t always this wayShe’s haunted by the dayThese moments hidden insideBehind her fragile prideHe took her innocenceI’ve … Continue reading

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Like Souls Rising From the Dead

Like Souls Rising From the Deadby Michael DoyleHidden symbols press the conscienceAnd then denies the separation of scienceFrom the spirituality of all things trueThis is independent of a fearful point of viewMorals only tend to get in the wayOf moments … Continue reading

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Lessons In Life’s Suffering

Lessons In Life’s Sufferingby Michael DoyleSpring isn’t the sameWhen love has been lostSorrow calls out the nameBut refuses to pay the costThe thing held sacred as follyTouch the inner workings of the soulA moment away from devotionHas the depth of … Continue reading

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Walking With the Giants

Walking With the Giantsby Michael DoyleWalking with the giantsWe stand in our defianceCalling out the holy namesKnown with the mark of God’s fameWalking in the faith that’s knownConfidence that has grownThough the future remains unseenIn this assurance, we find new … Continue reading

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Into the Open Door

What if we could finally stop seeking and finally see? Into the Open Door by Michael Doyle If life were but a movie What would we really be But a story within the story That is all the glory Of … Continue reading

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