I found this poem that I wanted to share.

"Father Where Shall I Work Today" by Meade MacGuire.

"Father, where shall I work today?"
And my love flowed warm and free.
Then he pointed out a tiny spot
And said, "Tend that for me."
I answered quickly, "Oh no, not that!
Why, no one would ever see,
No matter how well my work was done.
Not that little place for me."
And the word he spoke, it was not stern...
"Art thou working for them or for me?
"Nazareth was a little place, and so was Galilee."