I don't know how to say it,
but somehow it seems to me
that maybe we are stationed
where God wants us to be.

That the little place I'm filling
is the reason for my birth.
And just to do the work I do,
He sent me down to earth.

If God had wanted otherwise
I reckon He'd have made me
just a little different,
Of worse or better grade.

And since God knows and understands
all things of land and sea,
I fancy that he placed me here
just where he wanted me.

Sometimes I get to thinking,
as my labor I review,
That I should like a higher place
with greater things to do.

But I come to the conclusion
when the envying is stilled,
That the post to which God sent me
is the post he wanted filled.

So I plod along and struggle
in the hope, when day is through,
That I really am necessary
to the things God wants to do.

And there isn't any service
I can give which I should scorn,
For it may be just the reason
God allowed that I be born.

-- author unknown