The Lord is my shift manager.
He makes me take breaks
He leads me to unlimited Diet Coke
He refreshes my soul.
He guides me in standard procedures for his name's sake.
Even though I walk through the busiest lunch hours, I will fear no evil
For you are with me
Your headset and stock list, they comfort me.
You prepare a table for me
In the presence of cranky customers.
You anoint me with paychecks.
My debt does not run over.
Surely your watchful eye will follow me
From front counter to drink station to back booth
And I will dwell with you on crew-- unless I tell you to take this job and shove it--
Forever.
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