Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Apr 12, 2007 7:47:31 GMT -5
I don’t know how to say it, but some how it seems to me
That maybe we are stationed where God wanted us to be
That little niche that 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 on land and sea
I fancy that he placed me here just where he wanted me
Some times I get to thinking, as my labor I 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 wanted me to do
And there isn’t any service that I can give that I should scorn
For it maybe just the reason that God allowed me to be born
- Author Unknown
That maybe we are stationed where God wanted us to be
That little niche that 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 on land and sea
I fancy that he placed me here just where he wanted me
Some times I get to thinking, as my labor I 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 wanted me to do
And there isn’t any service that I can give that I should scorn
For it maybe just the reason that God allowed me to be born
- Author Unknown