I saw a willow by a stream;
A cactus in the desert sand;
Each glorified it's maker, God,
Because it grew where He had planned.
I saw each taken from its place
And planted where the other grew.
The cactus drowned, the willow burned,
The days of each were sad and few.
God gives us each a work to do
May we be wise enough to see,
That I cannot do yours for you,
And you cannot do mine for me.
