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Like Flowers In A Vase

Like Flowers In A Vase (For Joni Mitchell)by Michael DoyleBlonde hair and a long silhouetteA beautiful voice, unforgotten yetLife’s so short and makes us numbBeauty like this is what we becomeA voice for her generationHeld by many with great venerationA … Continue reading

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Call Out To Love

Call Out To Loveby Michael DoyleIn a life lived with sanctimonyI somehow came to my testimonyBased on faith and healingThat moved beyond mere feelingInto knowing the true dealOf finding belief and knowing it realI reached out as if shownTo the … Continue reading

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Echo Back

Echo Backby Michael DoyleMy words echo back into tomorrowA half-life that’s full of sorrowI’m often sorry for what I sayThe demons inside won’t have it any other wayIf these were the last words I saidI wouldn’t want them rolling in … Continue reading

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I Stand Justified

I Stand Justifiedby Michael DoyleGod’s grace rewrote my storyTo be touched by His gloryBy grace, I will testifyAbout the God that I deifyGreater things have yet to comeAs we join linked to His kingdomAll that good that I can conceiveBecomes … Continue reading

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Nature and Dignity Earned

Nature and Dignity Earnedby Michael DoyleThere’s a quiet in natureThat you won’t find in the cityIt helps you to think and matureLearning what is and isn’t prettyThis is especially true of the soulAs you learn the value of self-controlBeing where … Continue reading

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The Magnificence of Significance

The Magnificence of Significance by Michael DoyleFrom the beginning, we have the visionWe might lack in our precisionBut we know what we’re going forFaith is the kindness that opens the closed doorIn all the paths we are shownWe look back … Continue reading

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Coming To Peace With the Questions

Coming To Peace With the Questionsby Michael DoyleWhatever might be said as final proclamationOne way or another about Jesus’ divinationIt can’t fail to be noted, He changed civilizationRegardless of any attempts at miseducationJesus came to fulfill, and not overturn JudaismFrom … Continue reading

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Friends of Mine Like Poetry

Friends of Mine Like Poetryby Michael DoyleFriends of mine like a little poetryMixed in with their misguided militancy,There is something to the spin reelingWho needs the facts when there are feelingsIt’s a little less about working things outAnd more about … Continue reading

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Righteousness In Political Graces

Righteousness In Political Gracesby Michael DoyleSome leave God in the cradle of His birthThough He’s shown us His love and worthSome have left God hanging on the crossBut that’s only to their sorrow and lossIt’s the rolling of the stone … Continue reading

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The Black Book Blues

The Black Book Bluesby Michael DoyleA father’s handClutches his son’s bloodMired in the sandClotting in the mudCorruption is as corruption doesSome things never changeIt’s as bad as it ever wasSome things simply rearrangeAn honest man can’t always be niceNot when … Continue reading

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