I found this poem the other day while cleaning house. I can't remember where it came from, typed up on an old sheet of wrinkled paper, and it says, "Author Unknown," but I think you might like it.
"Where God Wants You"
I don't know how to say it, but sometimes 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 puts me on this 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.
Sometimes I get to thinking, as my labors I review
That I should like a higher place with greater tasks to do;
But I come to this conclusion, when the 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 hope that when day is through
That I'm really necessary to the thing 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 me to be born.