Analysis of Nothing to Prove

As shadows move across a field,
So, to the Holy Spirit yield!
Fast or slow, nothing to prove;
They sometimes wait, but always move.

As darkest night turns into day,
So, will they be who find their Way!
And from the greatest to the least;
The Light of Life comes from the east.

The wind blows and you hear its sound.
But you don’t know where it is bound.
And as you draw your final breath,
You will not have to fear your death!