This calls for my stress And none to oppress Be not in distress Yet seek to progress Allow me to confess And success to prophess I seek to focus And God to address What you confess Is what you possess

A lone hut stood on a hill It stood stately and so lonely A humble place it was indeed It gave birth to heroes and heroines The hut on the hill was so posh In the day so cool to kill At night we basked

Religious leaders in the churches in my country sometimes retire from actively serving the church. Others do not retire and die in service. Often ladies who retire have translated the word 'retire' into