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Dear Lord ©
Dear Lord:
It's me. I'm down here again struggling to believe. Just when I'm ready to call you a friend, it seems I'm abandoned, and back stabbed again.
I've given you chances. You've thrown them away. I invited you over, but you said "not today"! I'm tired of trying to bridge this gap, when all I get is shunned or slapped. I think it's time for my life to be autonomous.
Respectfully yours,
Anonymous
Dear Anonymous:
Oh, it's you again. And I'm the one who's called the false friend? How dare you question how I feel, the things I do, or the cards I deal.
You know the alternative, so go on your own. But rest assured you're never alone. For if you believe it's the end of the line, then all of my miracles were a waste of time.
I won't abandon you as you do me. Know that I'll be there in your hour of need. But deny me then, and then you'll see, your eternal partner won't be Me! You can't even imagine the horrors ahead. If you give up on Me you're already dead.
I feel so much pain that I'll continue to sob. Wishing you were here!
Love,
God
- Richard Doyle ->
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Hold On ©
When the days are long and you've reached your end,
And you're searching your valley for strength again,
When the hole you've dug has unscalable walls,
And it’s the last place on earth you wanted to fall,
Hold On.
When the cards you've been dealt can never be played,
And your stoic appearance is just a charade,
When faith has journeyed far from your soul,
And you have yet to discover your meaningful role,
Hold On.
When your biggest regret is the life that you've made,
And silence is the response to devotions you've prayed,
Where fairness, it seems, is forever concealed,
Have faith that an answer will soon be revealed, and
Hold On.
When it comes to the pain, you think you're alone,
But the chasm you're crossing, others have roamed.
Find faith in the recess of your weary soul,
Take comfort in knowing that God will console,
And
Hold On.
Simply Hold On.
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Believe in the Plan ©
It's not what you wanted,
but perhaps what you need.
What seems like an ending,
perhaps is a seed,
For something greater
that you could possibly do,
Which has yet to be revealed
to your finite view.
Have faith in the One
with an infinite scan.
Just trust in His vision,
and believe in His plan.
- Richard Doyle -
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Opening Eyes ©
Are you walking down a path
that clearly you know,
Is not the direction
or path you should go?
Praying to God
to finally reveal,
Your purpose in life,
and not the surreal.
At times He whispers
and we may not hear,
But answers we seek
are probably near.
So before blaming Him
for ignoring your cries,
Perhaps it is you
who should open your eyes.
- Richard Doyle -
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Magic of Time ©
Time is the most valuable resource on earth,
It’s a gift to us all from our moment of birth.
If given enough it accomplishes great things,
Like forging the mountains, canyons and streams.
It humbles our pride, and wrinkles the skin.
It helps us to discover the person within,
When it comes to wisdom it duly imparts.
It’s the chief clinician for most broken hearts.
So don't ever waste it for it's difficult to find.
Cherish the magic of this gift called time.
- Richard Doyle -
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