Such a beautiful poem 🙂
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 a 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 labours 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…
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