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Balance of Power

Balance of Powerby Michael DoyleYour people came to my peopleWith all of their demandsBefore we knew what coexistence meantWe had lost all our sacred landsWe were offered the peaceThat can only be called brutalityAs we were savagely rounded upBy your … Continue reading

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Under the Banner of God

Under the Banner of Godby Michael DoyleSolid in the righteousness of divinityThe Bible spells out God’s theologyIt is rooted in its stubborn convictionOf which there is no better indicationThan the truth that is vividly toldAs God’s glorious story openly unfoldsThere … Continue reading

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Christmas and Its Dysfunctions

Christmas and Its Dysfunctionsby Michael DoyleLife around Christmas can be crazyThough the reasons why can feel hazyThe story of Christmas continues on and onIn versions of dreams from just beyondBut with family, it comes togetherWith every improvised verse, it just … Continue reading

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A Road of Traveled Story

A Road of Traveled Storyby Michael DoyleThis universe isn’t made of cosmic dustThough we all depend on God as we mustThis universe is a road of traveled gloryEach of us has our own part in this storyGiven our roles, we … Continue reading

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To Stay Alive In All Seasons

To Stay Alive In All Seasonsby Michael DoyleWe give up our courageTrying hard to discourageOurselves or any othersAmong those we call our brothersBut not a single John Wayne aspirationWould save Pearl Harbor or our nationThe men present mostly fought to … Continue reading

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Thanksgiving Contemplation

Thanksgiving Contemplationby Michael DoyleDig up the extra silverwareIt’s the time to take careAs we feast on our fareAnd forget the when and whereA claustrophobic proximityAdds to the instant complexityAs we fight over dinnertimeAnd what exactly rhymesWith the thoughts of gratitudeAs … Continue reading

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If Space and Time…

If Space and Time…by Michael DoyleIt’s only been a matter of a few passing yearsI’m alone on your birthday except for my tearsTalking to God again, I stare off into the nightYours was the sisterly love that was my guiding … Continue reading

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Jesus Is the Key

Jesus Is the Keyby Michael DoyleThe story has been toldJesus is the key to all I holdHe’s there in every victoryAs near and far as I can seeGiving sight to the blindI see how He’s healed the lameLooking further, I … Continue reading

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In the Shadows

In the Shadowsby Michael DoyleThe beginning was an image of allA modern miracle held in mystified aweUntil life’s illusion lost its intensityAnd the desire for death grew in complexityThe face of horror pulls at mankindAs though in this darkness we … Continue reading

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Divination

Divinationby Michael DoyleIs it true that only foolsCast aside all the rules?And what kind of wreckDoes life become living by the deck?A spooky basement points the directionThat reveals the cloth of divinationHand painted arcana mixes with astrologyIt is needed to … Continue reading

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