For This Purpose

The earthbound kite still strains to fly
The empty sheath longs for the blade.
Ask why it's so, and they reply:
For this purpose was I made.

There's laughter at the news of birth
And tears at word of hope betrayed.
My heart seeks God across the earth
For this purpose was I made.

The compass needle points to north
The lamps are lit when daylight fades.
My soul toward God above goes forth
For this purpose was I made.