Why is it that we worship things that are created but not the one who created men?

Why is it that we'd rather look at others and blame them instead of looking at ourselves

and our own sin?

Hiding behind our pride so that others don't know who we really are, we choose to go on

Facebook and tell our friends how humble we are.

But we're not.

We're immature and lost, saying that we're trying to reach the lost, but we're always

on the couch, mad, because our favorite team lost.

Reality check, you're not a believer because of your talk.

What makes you a believer is by the way that you walk.

Not that you're perfect, because we all fall short.

And at times, the truth we all try to distort.

We're all jacked up, but can be saved by the blood.

Problem is, we choose idols to fill a void reserved for his love.

So for those of you that have ever sold yourselves for a couple bucks, or ever held back love

because of what someone else had ever done, welcome to the Broken Hearts Club.