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Life Worth Living
Life Worth Livingby Michael DoyleI’ve never been one given to chanceDetermined to rise above my circumstancesAs a child of God driven by destinyTaking this challenge as my legacyHeaven holds all of my best treasureGod first, then family, is my measureA … Continue reading
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Tagged Acts, Adversity, Belief and Love, Blindness, Bliss, Brith, Challenge, Chance, Cherish, Child of God, Circrumstance, Clasped, Destiny, Dignity, Discerned, Done, Driven, Embrace, Faith, Fall, Family, Forgiving, Gaze, God, God Above, God First, God's, God's Favor, Grace, Grown In Faith, Guided, Hands, Happiness, Heaven, Heavenly Host, Holds, Humility, Integrity, Learned, Legacy, Lessons, Letter, Life, Life Worth Living, Live, Living, Living These Moments, Lord's Face, Love, Love and Kindness, Mad, Mean To Me, Most, My Best Treasure, My Measure, Our Battle, Our Legacy, Place, Poetry and Poems, Pray, Prayer, Purpose Filled Life, Rattle, Recall, Rise Above, Son, Steward, Thanks, Thanks Be To God, This World, To All, Treat Others, True, Waking Moments, Walk Our Walk, World, Worth
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Thought For the Day: The Word Became Flesh and Made His Dwelling Among Us. We Have Seen His Glory, the Glory of the One and Only Son, Who Came From the Father, Full of Grace and Truth
“The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.” – John 1:14
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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Tagged 700 AD, Bedlam, Betray, Brooch, Comman, Cry, Dark of Night, Desire, Divide, Earth, Fire, Forbidden, Force, Gaelic, Hard As A Rock, Heart of Stone, Hearts, Hidden, Hunger, Impossible, Kept, King, Kingdom, Kingdoms, Love of Peace, Natural, Need, Old King, Photograph, Picts, Poem, Poetry, Possible, Power, Reign, Right, Scotland, Scream, Solemn, Somehow, Son, Steal Away, Throne, Try, Unite, Vengeance, Vengeful, Vow, Vows
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Winchester I. The Arrival
There is a famous house in California built the widow of the same Winchester who invented the famous rifle of the same name. Winchester I. The Arrival by Michael Doyle The bell tolls in the dark of night While the … Continue reading
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Tagged Always, Arrival, Awakes, Bell, Blood, Blow, Build, California, Cause, Chaos, Cheer, Confusion, Control, Creak and Groan, Cycles, Dark of Night, Death, Desperation, Doctor, Doubt, Drapes, Drip, Endless, Endless Rooms, Escape, Expansion, Falls Into Place, Fear, Fire, Fools, Gloom, Grief, Haunted, Hope, Horror, House, Hundred Rooms, Husband, Illusion, Journey, Last Breath, Life, Man, Mansion, Medium, Mind, Mirror, Mother, Move Past, Nearer, Need, Pain, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pointless, Reaches Out, Recall, Reclusive, Regain, Relief, Repeating, Respect, Reveal, Rifle, Rules, Self-Inflicted, Shadow, Son, Soul, Spiritualist, Stagger, Stairs, Suffer, Survey, Take Back Control, Tempest, Time, Tire, Tolls, Too Great A Price, Wall, Whisper, Widow, Winchester, Wind, Window, Wish, Wounded Heart
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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
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Tagged Awaken, Belong, Change, Crown, Dawn, Days, Done, Doubt, Down, Drawn, Each Moment, Everything, Faith, Flood, Glory, Heart, Lift, Mean, Myself, Mystify, Open, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pours Out, Praise, Proclaim, Reason, Release, Sacred Place, Seen, Shine, Sing, Son, Song, Songs, Space, Story, Victory, Worship
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A Godly Mother
Based in part on 2 Timothy 1:1-7 and, of course, thoughts on Mother’s Day: A Godly Mother by Michael Doyle Without any sense of shy timidity God speaks through Second Timothy That which we’d do well to recognize Every mother … Continue reading
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Tagged Best, Best Intention, Blessed, Brothers, Build Up, Capable, Care, Center, Children, Companions, Compassion, Conduct, Conflict, Consequence, Conversation, Coordination, Darkness, Deceive, Dependency, Destruction, Devil, Discipline, Discouragement, Doing, Doing Well, Done, Encouragement, Eyes, Faith, Family, Fashion, Fill, Focus, Footsteps of Christ, Forgive, Freedom, Generosity, Generous, Gift, Give, God, Godly, Good, Hands, Harmony, Hesitation, His Word, Hour, Humanity, Imperfect, Inevitable, Instruction, Joy, Key, Live, Love, Man, Matters, Mother, Mother's Day, Needs, Obedience, Order, Organization, Outpouring, Outward, Path, Peace, Persistence, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Power, Precious, Profitable, Providence, Quality, Receive, Recognize, Remind, Resiliency, Resistance, Rest, Right Intention, Righteous Path, Schedule, Second Timothy, Self, Sense, Serve, Show, Sisters, Son, Stress, Study, Teach, Tension, Test, Timidity, Timothy, Town Down, True, Trust, Unconditional, Understand, Undone, Words, Worry
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