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 now to earth. 
If God had wanted otherwise 
I'd reckon he'd have made 
Each one of us a little different 
Of a worse or better grade. 
And since God knows and understand 
All things of land and sea ~ 
I fancy that he 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. 
But we come to the conclusion 
When the envying is stilled~ 
That the post to which god has sent us 
Is the post he wanted filled. 
And there isn't any service 
That we honestly can scorn~ 
For it may just be the reason 
God allowed us to be born

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