"I am going to send you down to earth,"
Said God to me one day,
"I'm giving you what men call 'birth'-
Tonight you'll start away;
I want you there to live with men;
Until I call you back again."
I trembled as I heard him speak,
Yet I know that I must go;
I felt His hand upon my cheek,
And wished that I might know -
Just what on earth would be my task,
And timidly I dared to ask.
"Tell me before I start away,
What thou would have me do;
What message would you have me say?
When shall my work be through?
That I may serve on earth,
Tell me the purpose of my birth."
God smiled at me and softly said:
"Oh, you shall find your task.
I want you on life's path to tread,
So do not stay to ask.
Remember, if your best you do,
That I shall ask no more of you."
How often, as my work I do,
So commonplace and grim,
I sit and sigh and wish I knew
If I am pleasing Him.
I wonder if, with every test,
I've truly tried to do my best.
-Edgar A. Guest