He Knew Not of His Purpose

He Knew not of his Purpose

He knew not of his purpose,
Yet many others did.
They could see his inner beauty
And the feelings that he hid.
The talents that he rendered,
The company that he kept,
All faded into nothing
Forever in his debt

He knew not of his purpose,
Or the gifts that he could bring,
He could make the early evening dance,
Or make the songbird sing.
No one could stop his misery,
No one was there to save,
He knew not of his purpose,
Which drove him to his grave.