God's Reason
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 little place we're filling
Is the reason for our birth,
And just to do the work we do,
He sent us down to earth.
If God had wanted otherwise
I reckon He'd have made
Each of us a little different
Of a worse or better grade;
And since God knows and understands
All things of land and sea
I fancy he has placed us here,
Just where He wanted us to be.
Sometimes we get to thinking,
As our labors we review,
That we should like a higher place
With greater things to do.
Then we come to the conclusion
When the envying is still,
That the post to which God has us
Is the post He wanted filled.
There isn't any
service we should scorn,
For it may be just the reason
God allowed us to be born.
-Bernice Elizabeth Miller 1935
