The Sevenfold Purpose of God

You that craft you own god, falling down before him, worshiping him, carrying him on you shoulder, sitting him where you want him to sit knowing he cannot move unless you move him, crying to him, . . . he can't answer you. He cannot save you.

6 They lavish gold out of the bag, and weigh silver in the balance, and hire a goldsmith; and he maketh it a god: they fall down, yea, they worship.
7 They bear him upon the shoulder, they carry him, and set him in his place, and he standeth; from his place shall he not remove: yea, one shall cry unto him, yet can he not answer, nor save him out of his trouble.