~Reasons~
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;
or a worse of 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 labor I review
That I should like a higher place
with greater things 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 hopes 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.
~ Rube E. Zeafla
ONE LOVE
~whisper softly ciao baby~
~G
