Thomas, thank you for the post, I hope you don't mind that I post one of my poems here.

 WHEN THE SONG IS GONE

Singing songs to yourself.

Singing in the shower

Singing in the rain.

The heart is joyful when there is a

Song in it.

When the song is gone

When your world is all wrong.

Thanks to God, turns to

"Why did You do this to me, when I try

So hard to please You and now You

Have dealt me one anew?"

We hang our harps in the trees

And refuse to sing until we see the Promised Land.

Just as the Children of Israel did in the land of bondage.

Why do we keep silent and feel no song

And blame God for all that is wrong?

Remember the thorn bird who sings, though

His heart is pierced by a thorn.

 He sings his sweetest notes

When pain is sharp and death so close.

Renew your song, refresh yourself, give thanks

To God who delivers,

 to Jesus who died for our sakes,

And to the Holy Ghost who watches

 over us night and day.

Just say "God loves Me!"

  No matter what others say.

"I am loved, I am special,

 I am all that I can be,

For my song is beautiful; and the best,

 and singing makes me Happy and I am glad to be ME!"

Sara Gardner Blow ©1983

Hi Thomas,

Sometimes our special gift doesn't obviously seem like a worship of God, but then it becomes clear.  I love animals and I also take a long walk every day, so if I see dogs or cats, of course I want to pet them and talk to them, yes I talk to them out loud just like they are people.  I've also had good conversations with people who are out walking their dogs, or just in their backyards.  Animals are great facilitators of relationships even if they don't realize it.