London (If I was out at sea)

I never wanted to come to London but God called me here. It took me a long time to get my head around the idea but I did finally. I write this poem about five or seven years in.

If I was out at sea, 

On an island in the sun
D'you think that I'd be happy
Just to let London run?
No, that's no life for me,
You can keep your sun and sand.
I am happy just to be
Doing what God has planned.