Where God Wanted Me To Be

Where  God   Wanted   Me  To  Be   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  differnt  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.     Sometimes  I get  to thinking  as  my labors  I review That  I should  like  a  higher place   with  greater things  to do But   I  Come  to conclusion  when  my  envying  is  stilled That  the  post  to which  God  Sent  me is  post  He  Wanted  Filled. So  I  plod  along  and  struggle  in hope, when  day is through That  I'm   really  necessary  to the things God  wants  to do 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