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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.


[This Series was created by Kenny Mitchell for WebUplifterMinistries 2002]