Why God have you chosen me to be, why when your calling do I choose to flee

Why did you save me with those rusty nails when I continue to mess up and fail

I fail my family, I fail my God, I am less than that lonely dog

I walk with no purpose here on this Earth, but that book tells me that I have some kind of worth.

I believe your words, I believe every one, but I cannot help wonder if I am already done.

I constantly struggle and ask myself why, do others already feel like they have died

I copy the worship of the others around, but it feels forced and unnatural like my soul is bound

I see other working and pointing to you but I feel as useful as two left hand shoes

It brings me great pleasure to have a son but it often feels like aside from that I'm done

My heart is sealed tighter, my lips will not work expressing myself makes me look like a jerk

I know there is a God and he is bigger than me, but sometimes he seems so big I am less than a flea

I want to do right and bring glory to High, but I fall short and am left with a sigh

My God if you hear me why am I this way, I know it is something your not ready to say

Sometimes I feel mislead, lonely and wrong, I hope one day you can make me renewed and strong.

I long for that which others may save, a friend and companion with the Creator who gave