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The devil is a real and present danger.

But, he is not so easily discerned.

For he lives disguised among us

Secretly seeking to destroy and burn.


He flashes a pearly white smile,

And to the innocent unsuspecting eye,

He gives a slap on the back

And seems a friendly guy.


He says you’re a friend forever

Smiling sweetly in your face,

But as soon as you are gone,

He calls you a sad disgrace.


Loyalty and trust are buzzwords

Spoken by him in vain.

For he will stab a friend in the heart

And show no remorse or shame.


Yes, the devil is a real and present danger,

Secretly seeking to steal your soul.

Guard it  with all your might

Like a watchman would a bag of gold.




From His throne in heaven above,

God commanded all to love.

Too often to reach that highest bar,

We must love some from afar.


For the world is so dark with hate and sin,

It’s almost impossible to love some men.

Every time we reach out to try,

They break our hearts and make us cry.


Be it far from me to disobey.

So that is why I’ll always say.

To reach God’s highest bar,

I must love some from afar.

                                          Glory S. Davis





What in the world is the world coming to?

Is God destroying it to make it anew?


Storms, earthquakes, tsunamis, and more:

 Trouble looms, it seems, on every shore.                             

Massive fire engulfs Cali’s land,  

Threatening life on every hand.


The KKK, Breitbart and Antifa, too:

Our country is run by an unlikely crew.

A foolish president and all his men

Are setting us years and years back again


Brothers are killing brothers and mothers too.

Government is taking advantage of all you.

The church is not doing the best it can

To destroy sin and save this land.


What in the world is the world coming to.

Is God destroying it to make it anew?













This is my America; you can like it or not.
Given a choice between injustice and grace,
we often choose WRONG with all its shame
Rather than give decency its right place.

This is my America; you can like it or not.
I, on the other hand, like what I’ve got.

Though we fall short in some areas,
We still stand strong, trusted and tall,
For with our many more good points,
We cast a shadow on the rest of them all.

This is my America; you can like it or not.
I, on the other hand, like what I got.


woman hostageLife for me has been good

And I’ve lived the best I could,

But I dare not say

That I did it my way.


I grew up in Old South,

And I learned very early on

 To “Be a good girl and mine your mouth.”

I was scared and not really free

To speak against what bothered me.


Thank God there were other men

Who cried out against racial   sins

And uncovered for the world to see

Just how cruel injustice can be.


Oh hats off to those players brave

Who feared not their fortunes to save.

For in kneeling down on one knee,

They stand tall to keep us free.






Where Is Our God??

Where is our God

While we collapse under the weight of sin?

Where is our God

As we moan the destruction of men?


Where is His judgement?

Does it linger in wait for the end?

Or, does it attacks in little spurts unnoticed,

Destroying a few here and there for sin?


Where is His mercy?

Does it linger in wait for the end?            i

Or, is it woven within the fabric of life,

Protecting His from evil again and again?


Where is the peace of our God?

Does it linger in wait for the end?

Or, is it resting quietly within us,

Displaying hope and happy to all men?


We who recognize God as Savior

Should answer all these questions and more.

For God with His mercy, peace, and judgement

Is always knocking at our door.













Doors, like racists, shut out the unwanted.

But is that the best thing to do?

When one locks all others out,

He locks himself in a prison too.


The best thing to do is to open the door

To all who comes and knocks.

Give each man a fair chance

Whether you know him or not.


You may be surprised to see

That your view gets clearer up-close.

For many people at second glance

Look far, far better than before.


That drug addict we turned around,

Or the thief we feared for our lives

Maybe the ones we really need

To help our country thrive.


Like Jesus you are the door

That opens up to your heart

To love all who comes within

Is Godly wisdom on your part.








 Written by Glory S. Davis

My guiding stars are points of lights

Set on my path to lead me right.

They are parts of the Master’s plan

To steer me through this earthly land.


Sometimes my stars are not really friends.

Their only goal is to scheme my end.

But they are always surprise to see

That God’s plan is to favor of me.


And though they scheme all day long

God’s Will is oh so strong.

All their plots to hurt or harm me

Advance God’s plans to set me free.


Sometimes my stars are total strangers

Set in my way as personal road angels

To guide me away from the danger ahead

Saving me from pending doom and dread.


Yes, my Lord paved a path, you see

And set shinning stars to favor me.

As I journey this life day by day,

God guides me in His wondrous way.