Tag Archives: Truth

In My Darkest Times

In My Darkest Timesby Michael DoyleIn my darkest timesWhen I’m all out of rhymesYou hold me in your holy palmKeeping me safe and calmYou pulled the Savior out of His graveWith all you are and do to saveJesus, you’ve always … Continue reading

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The Fight For Nobility

The Fight For Nobilityby Michael DoyleTo fight for nobilityOften causes many to loseIn life’s lack of sensibilityWhich comes though we refuseThe Spanish InquisitionHad its inglorious powerThat it used without hesitationTo rule any given hourMadmen and poetsHave much in commonEven when … Continue reading

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Of All Things Valued

Of All Things Valuedby Michael DoyleLike pieces arranged on the chessboardThe Man from La Mancha bears his swordPrince or pawnbroker, there is trade for madnessBut only the type that perpetually leads to sadnessThe battle with evil and giants cannot compareWith … Continue reading

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Dulcinea del Toboso’s Truth

Dulcinea del Toboso’s Truthby Michael DoyleThe best gravy is the world’s hungerAnd in our dreams, we grow no youngerIn his sight, the lady’s true beautyRemoves her sins as is his knightly dutyHe’s dreamed of her as a virgin ladyAnd while … Continue reading

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To Be A Warrior

To Be A Warriorby Michael DoyleTo be a warriorThat is to say, a good warriorRequires more than the draw your bladeAnd being assured your prowess is displayedNo, it requires a reasonA reason that is good to find that seasonWhen the … Continue reading

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In Our Praise

In Our Praiseby Michael DoyleThe mercy shines brightStrong in battle; setting things rightJesus rules over us allAs in in His presence, we recallThat no one has this powerThat the Lord brings every hourSeated on His holy throneReigning over us as … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: There Are Two Kinds of Truth: the Truth That Lights the Way and the Truth That Warms The Heart. The First of These Is Science, and the Second is Art

“There are two kinds of truth: the truth that lights the way and the truth that warms the heart. The first of these is science, and the second is art. Neither is independent of the other or more important than … Continue reading

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Raised Small Town

Raised Small Townby Michael DoyleI was raised all around this world, you seeBelieving in America and our cherished libertyWherever it was that my family might be foundWe stood up straight and chased truth aroundUntil we caught it by its length … Continue reading

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Thought For the Day: The Fear of Telling the Truth – Whatever That Truth May Be – That Fear Is the Most Painful Sensation of A Moral Life

“As a child I was taught that to tell the truth was often painful. As an adult I have learned that not to tell the truth is more painful, and that the fear of telling the truth — whatever the … Continue reading

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Bitter Truth Empty

Bitter Truth Emptyby Michael DoyleI come from the tribe of the dead soulSpirits lifted in the game of rock-n-rollThere is living yet to be doneIn the name of the father and the sonAnd yet, in the mirrored reflectionA sprawl spins … Continue reading

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