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Faith Retirement Poems | Faith Poems About Retirement
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God answers prayer
indeed that is certain
many can indeed testify
blessing to God is their refrain
I can indeed testify so
as I am retired now
something which I had prayed for
and now it's happened wow!
My works future was uncertain
then redundancy came to me
being not 60 years yet
but God said you're free
Age doesn't come into His plan
for our future is eternally true
God works us in His purpose
his servants we are to do
Our father owns all the cattle
on a thousand hills
what's our life in that comparison?
within my heart He stills
Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2013
Everyone desires a secure future,
an ironclad plan,
entrenched and unchangeable,
without flaws or loopholes.
This one has everything;
it cannot decrease in value,
the terms never vary,
it’s bonded against theft,
and the cost is zero.
Totally free, is that possible?
Someone already paid?
This is too good to be true.
Bring out the contract,
where do I sign?
It is the only rescue of its kind
in existence, designed
by the provider of all things,
who freely sacrificed
his most precious asset
to ransom the lost sheep.
Nothing on earth can offer
the inalterable benefits
of God's retirement plan!
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013