With this Pen

With this pen I will ink my book, I will author a story worthy of look.
With this pen I will ponder awhile, having every idea caught in a vial.
With this pen I will petition for hope, I will make the ladder to climb the slope.
With this pen I will I’ll be honest and true, assuring every poem to be genuine new.
With this pen I will share my dream, both the ugly and simple serine. 
With this pen I will make my quote, and with hunger for life I’ll fill my boat.
With this pen I will tell a story, and bit by bit I’ll refine my quarry.
With this pen I will write and rhyme, I will use my passion as well as my time.
With this pen I will surrender, all my life to his glorious splendor.
With this pen He shall be raised, and on this page he will be praised.
With this pen I will sing a tune, I will let it soar beyond the moon. 
With this pen I will show my prize, a bite for the soul and a track for the eyes.
With this pen emotions will bend, I will write my vision I’ll write till the end.
With this pen I will never give in, when failure strikes I won’t let it win.
With this pen I will set a course, my prolific prowess a commendable force.
With this pen I will set towards the sun, and I’ll never stop writing, I will never be done.