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Tag Archives: Poetry and Poem
No Hiding
No Hidingby Michael DoyleSometimes truth is stranger than fiction,With a whisper of angst, you find it in the friction.It’s the slow burn of ambiguous moral values,Hammered hard as if by some forsaken miscue.I like a friend with some mischief in … Continue reading
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Tagged Abyss, Ambiguous, Angst, Busy, Disguise, Fiction, Friction, Hammer, Lost Love, Mischief, Miscue, Moral Values, No Hiding, Poetry and Poem, Slow Burn, Ttruth, Whisper
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Coming To Faith
Coming To Faithby Michael DoyleJesus is known by His many names.These are revealed as we examine Biblical claims.We find it is with prayerful considerationThat there is power in every faithful iteration. In the shadow and light of His sacrifice and … Continue reading
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Tagged Assurance, Beauty, Believer's Constitution, Bible, Biblical Claims, Christ Fulfills the Law, Christianity, Coming To Faith, Confess, Connection, Daily Dwell, Dignity, Explanation, Faith, God, God's Light, Holy Call, Iteration, Jesus, Knowledge, Live Christ, Many Names, Near, Passing Day, Poetry and Poem, Power, Prayerful Consideration, Respond, Sacrifice and Resurrection, Salvation, Shadow and Light, Sin, Spiritual Marathon, Strive, Surpassing Love, The Book of Romans, Theological Leading Edge
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I’ve Come To Understand
I’ve Come To Understandby Michael DoyleEntombed in my shame,I was lost in my blame.I was afraid to show my face,Until I learned of God’s grace.I thought I knew my place,Hiding in the darkness.I was afraid to show my face,Mine was … Continue reading
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Tagged Afraid, Belong, Blame, Broken, Call, Change, Circumstances, Control, Darkness, Despair, Done Wrong, Entombed, Face, God, God's Grace, Harshness, Healing Hand, Heart, Hide, Lost, Lost and Wounded, My Place, Orphaned, Poetry and Poem, Redemption, Shame, Show, Soul, Touch, Understand
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A Nation’s Passion Play
A Nation’s Passion Playby Michael DoyleFrom our earliest days, when we dwelt in caves,We have tried to understand what it is that savesOur rarest sentiments are served up like a delicacyThese are questionable as we define principled libertyIt is a … Continue reading
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Tagged Betrayed, Childish Illusions, Civilized Country, Complexity, Condemnation, Delicacy, Earliest Days, Empathy, Freedom, Great Escape, Hard, Hard Road, Nation, Passion Play, Poetry and Poem, Principled Liberty, Saves, Sentiment, Shame, Slavery, Sympathy, Understnd, Wisdom
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However Hard
However Hardby Michael DoyleHowever Hard the wind blewWe knew we’d make it throughHe who wears the victor’s crownWould never let us drownWith our strength of willWe depend on Him, and stillGod will allow to prevailOur faith is shown in our … Continue reading
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Tagged Busy Days, Community, Course, Crowd, Depend, Drown, Dust, Faith, God, God's Family, God's Gift, God's Ways, Good, Hands, Hard, Him, In the End, Make It Through, Matter, Mix, One Another, Poetry and Poem, Prevail, Shatter, Strength of Will, Strong, Tale, Understood, Victor's Crown, Ways
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Sucker Punch
Sucker Punchby Michael DoyleYou’re never fully dressedWithout a smileBut it’s hard to wear oneWhen you feel that you’re on trialDon’t put it downAs a matter of happenstanceWhen you’re watchingA wrong conviction buried in circumstanceFacing a false accusationIsn’t a pleasant feelingWhen … Continue reading
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Tagged Bury, Cannot Be Trusted, Care, Circumstance, Compelling, Dare, Dime, Disappeared, Dove, Face, False Accusation, Feared, Feeling, Fully Dressed, Happenstance, Hard, Harsh Ability, Know, Loyalty, Openly, People, Poetry and Poem, Pushed Too Far, Put It Down, Question, Smile, Sucker Punch, Trial, Vulnerability, Watching, Wear, Wrong Conviction, You To Me
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New Life Reborn
New Life Rebornby Michael DoyleThe new life rebornKnows its miseryCommon sense would mournThis loss of such historyAs a life lived in painThere are questions that strainA thousand cuts into our moralityAre the price of approaching immortalityLike pawns on chessboard gamesWe … Continue reading
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Tagged Common Sense, History, Immortality, Loss, Misery, Morality, Mourn, New Life, Pain, Poetry and Poem, Price, Reborn, Strain, Thousand Cuts
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