Worship you with my poem

I am a poor testimony...

forgive me, God.

I am weak in many areas,

sorry, God.

Yet you gift me with the ability

to write poems,

and hence,

with this poem,

I worship you.

Holy Spirit... you are a friend

 Many seek after your gifts,

but I desire only You.

It does not matter

if I could pray in tongues,

or heal people,

or do miracles.

What matters...

to be your friend.

And you are a friend,

oh Holy Spirit.

My gift of poetry honors God...

 Piano--

I could not play.

Guitar--

I never learn.

What, then, could I use to worship you?

Imagination unlimited,

Poems and novels,

my gift of writing...

honors You!