I’m in this world on assignment;
I’m a part of the Master’s plan;
I often feel I’m in confinement;
and that’s how my life began.
I’m not here to build, or reform;
others can do both, quite fine;
nor to exhibit frustration, or scorn;
with the Master, I must align.
I’m unable to develop new lands;
nor is it important; I try;
such matters are in good hands;
ones, in whom, we rely.
Nor is is of value, that I sell more goods;
many salesmen can always be found;
no need for one to scurry the woods;
profit seekers are always around.
A message came from another dimension;
a most urgent clarion call from above;
it has come to God’s attention;
someone is in need of the Master’s Love.
Surely one life can’t be that urgent;
or most anyone can give God’s touch;
am I only sent to be Love’s insurgent;
does He love each one that much?
Tho my life seems out of alignment;
I must do; what I must do;
I’m in this world on assignment;
and so, my dear friend, are you.