'Tis time to condescend some more!
Retirement turns persons crazy soon;
I'll have to make a brand new start,
And keep a cheerful heart.
But 'tis a gift to me by God!
He'll open newer doors for me, I know;
He abandons and forsakes not;
The Shepherd knows His sheep.
Why must I fear of future grim?
He has great plans for my prosperity;
My loving, caring God knows well;
I ask and He gives me.
His loads of happiness await;
He gifted me with poesy, I loved;
I talk to Him my wants and woes;
He will provide for me.
Why should I then worry at all?
My Shepherd takes me on to meadows green;
He knows where succulent grass grows;
I'll follow Him blindly.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 26-01-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem