The Slacker's Hymn

I'm searching for a silver bullet
I'm praying for a magic pill
Anything to get my hands on
To make life easier still
I'm cutting into corners
Shortcuts throughout this slough
I'm avoiding any burdens
It's better to pack light and go

I'm seeking out earthly comforts
Distracted from the cost
These things are best uncounted
When a slacker's at the cross
I'm hoping for the good life
That troubles are far behind
That somehow lack of effort
Will get me through just fine

This math is surely broken
Equations won't compute
The sleeper's finally waking
And notices the root
The fear of God is wisdom
Lights fires and stirs the pot
Cooks slack from every slacker
And gives what he hasn't got

Wisdom, sweetness fill his heart
Help and lead him onward upward
Wisdom, sweetness fill his soul
Give what he hasn't got



Credits
Writer(s): Douglas Plank
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