Ain't Knee Read

I was called up by God, taken to task for malingering here, dallying, and lay for days in a drug coma. I saw a house on fire, a man inside refusing to budge. I got the horrors on the back porch, screamed at a few strangers at a tennessee bar, said the word "m**********r" where you could hear it. There is nothing like a psychotic episode to make you think of Jesus, and wonder where gentleness and grace have fled to. Where will apathy leave me? I have not been mistaken for one of the faithful.