He Sent Me

I don't know how to say it, but somehow it seems to me
That maybe we are stationed, just where God wants us to be
That the little place I am filling, is the reason for my birth
And just to do the things I do, He sent me down to earth
Sometimes I get to thinking and as my labors I review
That I should have a higher place, with greater things to do
But I've come to the conclusion, when my envying is stilled
That the place to which God sent me, was the place he wanted filled
Since God knows and understands, all things of earth and sea
I fancy that He placed me here, just where He wanted me
So I'll plod along and stuggle, in the hopes that when day is through
That I'm really necessary, in the things God wants to do
And there isn't any service, I can give that I would scorn
For it may be just the reason, God allowed me to be born