Satisfied Lyrics

Satisfied
Satisfied
is the soul
who can put his trust whole
in his Maker
rather than his belly's craving for the baker's
pastry.
Sure won't be tasty,
come morning,
when that sugar's made its home
'neath the dome
round the waist. See
the problem with a misplaced
taste?
Won't satisfy.
Oh, what joyful bliss
flows from my Maker's hand.
This I will often miss
while I gaze on goods of the current land.
Satisfied
is the hide
with a roof over head
to keep the snow at bay.
A warm, dry bed
providing rest from a day's
hard labor.
You do yourself no favor,
if you labor
for the latest nik, another nak,
you buy with a broken back.
See the problem with a misplaced
pace?
Won't satisfy.
Oh, what joyful bliss
flows from my Maker's hand.
This I will often miss
while I gaze on goods of the current land.
w. m. Jason Harms