How can I tell you?

How can I tell you, Lord, That you seem far away And every time I start to pray You don’t seem to be there? How can I tell you, Lord, Sometimes I fear You may be just a thought That my imagination Likes to feel is real When it is not? How can I tell you, Lord, I don’t know how to pray, When others seem so sure, So certain and secure In their relationship with you? How can I tell you, Lord, I feel so poor When others grow so large In their devotion year by year While I stay small? How can I tell you, Lord, I feel so useless? What have I done for you? I hear of others’ deeds And words and wonders Yet here it seems My days are passed In little profit to your cause. How can I tell you, Lord? I’d like to go Right back Beginning once again And start the path afresh. “My strength is made perfect in weakness.” 2 Corinthians 12:9