You say God’s a crutch;
You’re correct, I agree  --
He’s my constant companion
Who’s always here for me.

I don’t need to worry
or fret all the time --
God is my “Hoveround”
Ever present, He is mine.

When I feel depressed
From the cares of the day,
He is my “Jazzy,”
Who “Scoots” the gloom away.

He’s my unfailing wheelchair
Who carries me around;
He strengthens my soul
When fierce trials abound.

When friction has wounded,
And I’m weakened within,
He draws near to help me
As I lean hard on Him.

He’s not just my crutch,
He’s my doctor, my nurse;
My caring God and Savior,
He’s almighty and diverse.

So call Him my crutch
Or whatever you will.
Till the end of my days,
I'll be trusting Him  still!

John 15:5
“I am the vine; you are the branches. 
If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit;
 apart from me you can do nothing.”