"I went and made the world my friend and it left me high and dry
I drag Your name back through the mud
That you first found me in"
Alot of people think that Christians use their faith as a crutch. Just so they don't have to deal with "real life". They think believing in God is an easy way out of the harsher reality that is life. Guess what... I find this "crutch" I have to be harder to handle than just dragging myself along the ground. Really, I'd rather just sit where I am. I'm fine here. I'm content. But I'm wondering how long it will last. How long will this complacency in me last until I come crawling back to God begging for something more in life, when that something more had been offered to me in the very beginning?
