Reasons for Life (poem)
You ever wonder "WHY"? No, I've no burning bush or amazing insight, but did find this in an old Bible I got to donate to the ladies at jail. I think it gives a good perspective about life.
REASONS for LIFE -
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 or better grade; And since God knows & understands, all things of land & 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've come to the conclusion, when the envying is stilled, That the post to which God sent me, is the post He wanted filled.
So I plod along & struggle, in the 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 ever scorn, For it may be just the reason, God created me to be born.
Author Unknown from The Ironworker magazine. 6/1978 THE IRONWORKER — 06/1978
REASONS for LIFE -
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 or better grade; And since God knows & understands, all things of land & 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've come to the conclusion, when the envying is stilled, That the post to which God sent me, is the post He wanted filled.
So I plod along & struggle, in the 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 ever scorn, For it may be just the reason, God created me to be born.
Author Unknown from The Ironworker magazine. 6/1978 THE IRONWORKER — 06/1978
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Well said. We are woven into the fabric of each other\'s lives.
Amen! Fr stated to my \"why\" that \"All suffering has redemptive purpose.\" Odd as it sounds, it gave me hope that God doesn\'t cause pain but remains with us THRU the pain.