God's given to me, so I've given to you,
His gift given freely to me;
He gives us a gift and tells us what to do,
To help us, the Truth for to see.
His Church, He's preparing for His Coming soon,
Each one to fit in his place;
He now sees the picture, it's plain as noon,
When finished, we'll then see His Face.
The pieces, now imperfect, will someday all fit,
As each one is put in his place;
Together, in harmony, they will all knit,
The picture won't have a blank space.
Be open to God, He is open to you,
Ask, and He'll tell you what to do;
To Him, it's no puzzle--the picture to be,
His eyes, it, already do see.
Are you in God's church or still waiting outside?
The Door's always open to you;
Come in where it's warm, where there's no sin to hide,
Where you'll find your gift when it's due.
Inspired by God-------Evelyn H. Musolff
