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One By One

One By Oneby Michael DoyleWe work the problemsOne by oneOne at a timeThat’s how it’s doneWe face the worldOne step at a timeRemaining undefeatedWe struggle for primeThe point of no returnComes fast as we learnThere’s no turning backFrom the life … Continue reading

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Rewarming Miracles On the Street

Rewarming Miracles On the Streetby Michael DoyleI don’t want to seem to be too contraryOr an old-fashioned grump who is orneryBut does it seem creativity is stuck on repeatIs anyone questioning the miracle of any streetHollywood’s latest contributions seem derivative … Continue reading

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Life As We Wear It

Life As We Wear Itby Michael DoyleIt is one thing to feign ignoranceAnd another to protest our innocenceThis is especially true when it can be shownThat the facts in dispute are easily knownIf we’d only question what it is that … Continue reading

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On Foundations Known

On Foundations Knownby Michael DoyleRevolutions come from old foundations knownAnd the principles of justice clearly shownThis then is society’s first sense of dutyPart and parcel to the truth of American beautyAnd equally distributed across humanityWhen philosophers talk about braveryThere is … Continue reading

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A Split Decision Left Standing

A Split Decision Leaves Us Standingby Michael DoyleIn self-awareness, we look into the mirrorUnwilling to walk this world in errorBut instead, seeking to understand, not undermineUnderstanding first as the defining lineLoving one another as part of our worshipPaul and Barnabas … Continue reading

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Wandering In the Night

Wandering In the Nightby Michael DoyleWeary souls wandering in the nightIn need of a healing lightWe are not ever truly aloneThanking God, we are not on our ownWe are unburdened from bitternessOur saved souls have felt the tendernessWalking each moment … Continue reading

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Praying In the Name Of…

Praying In the Name Of…by Michael DoyleThe battle is won in victoryMy hands lift up in God, not meThroughout all of my daysEvery waking moment, focused on His waysMy hands lift up in His holy praiseHe is the author of … Continue reading

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Orphan Bachelors

Orphan Bachelorsby Michael DoyleSelf-expression has become democratizedIn an era where everyone is traumatizedThe Asian experience is best understoodBy taking in the feelings, both bad and goodHowever minor these seem in their unfoldingThere’s nothing said that requires scoldingIt needs a historical … Continue reading

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Conversion Then Immersion: Faith Required

Conversion Then Immersion: Faith Requiredby Michael DoyleIt is said firmly, and I believe itBaptism is not a matter of take it or leave itImmersion, conversion: Faith is requiredTo take on the Holy Spirit, it’s acquiredIt’s a living truth for this … 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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