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A Morning’s Meditation

A Morning’s Meditationby Michael Doyle As in the beginning it is nowAs it will ever be yet somehowThough dead in sense from sinIf Christ is in us, we are born again Through the spirit living in eachWe are risen again … Continue reading

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Somehow Clinging

Somehow Clinging by Michael Doyle Slipped halfway down The edge of the rabbit hole The Cheshire Cat in his crown Ripped apart his soul Seeking to find a path through To the center of the maze Somewhere between half to … Continue reading

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A Gaelic King

A Gaelic Kingby Michael DoyleIn 700 AD, the Picts and the Gaels divided ScotlandAs if that were something natural to commandNo force on Earth could unite these kingdomsTo think that possible is sheer bedlamThe impossible doesn’t stop hearts from tryingBut … Continue reading

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Last Chance

Life goes on despite having someone mouth off doesn’t it? Last Chance by Michael Doyle Tell me now, Do you have the cognizance That you might somehow Understand the fruits of consequence And when God speaks to you Dropped like … Continue reading

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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

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Dragged Into the Streets

Thinking a lot on education and civilization and why and how there seems to be quite a bit of confusion as to how each is allegedly to work out.    Fairly serious stuff and yet how can a person not … Continue reading

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