Tag Archives: Praise

Faithful and Good

God’s words fill our souls like some sort of universal melody at times. Faithful and Good by Michael Doyle Faithful and good in what you do to me Filling my heart with your melody Every beat of my heart is … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Lifted Song

A sort of song of praise: Lifted Song by Michael Doyle With a lifted song I find myself drawn To where I belong Awakening with the dawn I’ve seen all that you’ve done Mystified by the glory of the Son … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Leaning On His Promises

It’s interesting times we live in.  Watched a church sermon via the internet. Leaning On His Promises by Michael Doyle The church’s electronic bulletin board read Much as the Good Book itself has said We need to remember each other … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Something Somehow Selfish Worn

Based in part on 1 Cor.10:31: Something Somehow Selfish Worn by Michael Doyle There is something selfish in loving the Lord Because He loves us and we’re looking forward To that fellowship we feel here and up above And know … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Having of Something To Say

What makes a poet? The Having Something To Say by Michael Doyle Sitting here in the middle of a think Mentally stumbling slipping toward brink Wondering what it is that makes a poet Certainly certain that I don’t know it … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Blowing Down the Walls

Based in part on 2 Corinthians 2:14-16: Blowing Down the Walls by Michael Doyle Blown away by righteousness and grace Profound joy takes down all my walls Mercy has taken me to this place I have found my peace in … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

How To Live the Bible

Based in part on Deuteronomy 11:18-21: How To Live the Bible by Michael Doyle Thank you Father for our salvation Certain of our coming final destination Please hear our prayers on Palm Sunday As we worship and praise all of … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

I of the Camera

It’s the first official day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020! So what’s the prompt, right? “… a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Thought For the Day: Music Is the Language of God

“The vibrations on the air are the breath of God speaking to man’s soul. Music is the language of God. We musicians are as close to God as man can be. We hear his voice, we read his lips, we … Continue reading →

Posted in Thought For the Day | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Dead Men and Their Tales

Even Al Capone thought of himself as a public servant… Dead Men and Their Tales by Michael Doyle It is strange so it seems Clinging to faraway dreams Thoughts stuffed inside my head Dedicated to a father long since dead … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry and Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment