MY PLACE
A psalm
Sometimes I look at my life
And I wonder at the waste
I have so many talents (or so I have been told)
So many abilities, so many things I could have made of my life
But I have not
I work at a factory
I have no college degree
I have no career to build
And no desire to have one
People ask me why I haven't made anything of my life
"You are so intelligent (they say)
Why have you not gone to college?
Why do you not make something of your life?"
They say this so often that I begin to ask it too.
And so I bring my worries and questions
And come to You once more
(As I have before
A hundred times or more)
My life seems so much lower than it could be
Have I missed something?
Have I not heard You correctly?
Have I just been lazy?
Then You reassure me once more
(As You have before
A hundred times or more)
You remind me of all the things I have achieved
Things that have nothing to do with jobs and degrees
You remind me of all the things I do for You
The kids I have influenced
The people I have helped
The songs I have sung
Even the mountains of CDs I have burned and songs edited
For Your service
You encourage me once more
(As You have before
A hundred times or more)
That I am what You want me to be
No less, no more
You reassure me that I am where I should be
In Your love
In Your will
In Your plan
In Your hand
