I wanted to praise You, Lord

I wanted to praise you, Lord
Using the gifts you gave me
But I grew impatient with my gift
That it was not as perfect
As a gift to you should be
Forgetting briefly that you knew
At what stage my gift would be
Because it was the one You chose for me.
Help me to work to improve
On the mechanics and technicalities
But let me never give up in discouragement
At any mistakes that in my style I see.
Remind me Lord when I see the gifts that others share
That they are where they are
Because you have led them with loving care
And it is not my place to feel
That mine is not worthy to take to your throne
And place it as my offering there.
Thena