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 on land and sea,
I fancy that He placed me here
Just where He wanted me. 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!
