Category Archives: Poetry

WHEN I GROW TIRED

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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

A LEADER’S PRAYER

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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

 

 

WHEN YOU SEE YOU

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WHEN YOU SEE YOU

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.

A REAL AND PRESENT DANGER

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TO REACH GOD’S HIGHEST BAR

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

 

 

I DARE NOT SAY

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?

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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.

 

 

 

 

GODLY WISDOM

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GODLY WISDOM

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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.