The Gift
Take my hand
With pen inserted
Use thy gift
To write thy word
Holy ink to flow from quill
Writing of thy precious will
Use these words to edify Thee
More of You and less of me
Give me grace to hear your voice
Writing of Your loving choice
Calm the one that Is me
Lord I mediate on Thee
So, all in all
Of friends and foe
Of Your Love
You can bestow
© Cat
Job 32: 8
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If I understood the poem correctly, it's a prayer.