'Prove It To God' Poem by Linda Winchell

I have a Spirit that leads me here,
Doing all that God does say.

I find myself prayer-fully bound,
With each hour of every day.

For He calls me to prayer, upon my knees,
Driving home His message deep.
Yet I find it odd, that to prove it to God,
Seems but all I want to keep.

Though mankind will never understand,
God's gifts that we possess inside.
Calling to His children here on earth,
For in our Souls He only wish reside.

'To Thine Own Self Be True',
Commandment which to keep.
Peace and love for all do share,
Crying tears of JOY, not of sadness does one weep.

For I'm coming soon, as I've promised you,
No man will know the time.
My Bride in veil of white will trail,
Blinded by Heavens' trumpits' shine.

For it was written so very long ago, of our Lords return.
Now prove it to God, that you are His,
And prove to Him of what you've earned.