Category Archives: Poetry


A long life of reasonable health and strength

Is a testament of a good life, a good life well spent.

So when you see Aunt Mel at home or Sunday school

Know that she spent her life clinging to God’s rules.


Like no other, she radiates a calm, quiet spirit

And no one can come near it

For she is so gentle, gracious and kind

Another one like her is very hard to find.


What do you expect a ninety-one year old to show

When you see her daily as she   come and go?

An old person that’s broken down

In a wheel chair and carried all around?


Oh no, not our Aunt Mel.

She is an independent lady that’s doing quite well.

She’s not an old person just happy to be alive;

She’s a young soul that moves like fifty, maybe sixty-five.


She a classy lady that’s a classy dresser.

Take a look now and assess her.

From her head down to her feet. . .

Nothing is out-of-place or off beat.


And what do you expect a nonagenarian to know

When you see her daily as she come and go?

Is she a forgetful person who knows nothing at all

Who has no recent memory or long-term recall?


Oh no, not our Aunt Mell

Ask her. She can tell wonderful tales

Of life’s good fortunes and all its ails,

Of hurricanes and destructive storms,

And how she made it over in God’s loving arms.


Watch her in church school or Bible class

She’s not the first, but certainly not the last.

She volunteers for a report before some of the rest

And she seldom complains about taking a test.


So, when you see Aunt Mel,

You see a beautiful angel sent

To display her life as a testament

For us to use as our personal guide

To lead us home to God’s loving side.











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“There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but he must take it because conscience tells him it is right.”  Martin L. King, Jr.


praying hands

Today Lord, I bow to you and pray.
Please give thought to what I say

We, like your beloved Israelites of old,
Have fallen captive to a despicable rogue.

He favors the richest one percent,
Forsaking those to whom you were sent.

Lord, your people are dying here without health care.
And, some are freezing with no clothes to wear.

Children suffers the most of all,
And some are housed in stalls like dogs.

And, it is such a shameful, shameful pity
To see homeless squalor in our great city.

Oh Lord, It is for this today I pray
Raise up a savior and send him our way.

Just as you did for your Israelite crew,
Send us a Moses to deliver us too.

Glory S. Davis



praying hands

Almighty God, when I grow tired and cannot rest,

                                Help me muster strength enough to do my best.

,                                Give me a double portion of power and might.

                               Stand with me and pray with me ‘till all is right.

                                                         In Jesus’ mighty name, today,

                                                          I raise my hands to you and pray. Amen

Glory S. Davis


Ipraying hands

Lord, when I am trusted with a position of power,

Stay close to me in every hour.

Censor my words and order my deeds.

Equip me, Lord, with all that I need.


If for some reason I should stumble and stray

Ending Far from You and lose my way,

Come for me and take my hand.

Lead me home, Lord, and fix my stand.


Then give me Your gift of power and might.

Teach me to lead Your people right.

Keep me humble, just, and true;

Let me never fail to honor You.

                                                 Glory S. Davis






Last night I dreamed a dream . . .

Of A celebration of life I read.

“I’ll go and have some fun.” I thought.

“This ole house is boring and dead.”


I dressed in my best attire

To be the bell of the ball.

But when I arrived, to my surprise,

There was no party at all.


No balloons or banners were seen

Hanging beautifully on the wall,

Nor was there a bar in the room

With refreshing drinks for us all.


But in the front of the room there lay

A dark gray casket opened wide

And mourners gathered all around

With tears flowing from their eyes.


“A funeral!  What a mistake!

This is no party at all,

But it’s a solemn celebration

For a soul answering her call”


“Who could that be lying there,”

In a sad, soft voice I sighed.

When I walked to view the body

I mourned a mournful cry.


It was I . . . lying quietly asleep

As if in a peaceful dream,

But when my life paraded by

I saw a ghastly scene.


My face was wrinkled and grotesque

With worms crawling through my eyes.

My   hair was gray, unkempt, and wooly.

It was sad to see how I lived and died


I never thought of this before,

But to our funeral we all must go,

And see and hear our lives replayed

Like a drama upon a stage.


When your time on earth is spent

And before you . . . your life is played,

Make sure that after you see you,

You will be proud of the choices made.






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