Reasons for Life

I don't know how to say it, but somehow it seems to me
That maybe we are stationed where God wanted 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 here to earth.

If God had wanted otherwise, I reckon he'd have made me
Just a little different of a worse or better grade.

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

Sometimes I set to thinking, as my labors review
That I should like a higher place with greater tasks to do;

But I come to the conclusion, when 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'm really necessary to the things God wants me to do.

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

~ Edgar A. Guest ~