Purpose

What is the deep expression of my soul?

Where can run to feel that I am full?

If only I could climb the highest mountain

Or drink the water from the purest fountain.

Perhaps then in that moment I would know

The way to live my life and how to go

Through every valley of unending tears

And pass the shadows which conceal my fears

Of everything I do no understand:

The pattern and the purpose of the plan

Which has made me exactly as I am,

And taught me how to do all that I can.

In each and every moment of the day

And through the fitful nights that pass away

Unheeded, overflowing with remorse.

When will I understand the special course

Or know the purpose of the winding paths

The longing of my mind so often has,

And when will I know why the world is such

A place where there is simply just so much

I cannot analyze within my heart

Because I’m lacking the discerning spark

Of knowledge, patience, and refined devotion

Which would set me in the correct direction

To reach my final and my highest goal

Of pleasing the great God who made me so?