Jacob’s fast

Lyrics

⸻ Jacob wakes before the rooster choir sings, Dust in the kitchen, and faith in simple things. Wheat crackers stacked like hymn books on a shelf, Sardines for supper, he don’t question himself. He counts his blessings in a mason jar light, One single walnut for a holy bite. Says, “Lord, keep it humble, keep it plain and small,” Then thanks the good Lord for nothing at all. ⸻ CHORUS: Oh Jacob, Jacob, living lean and true, Flushes with a cup of water like the saints used to do. But he’ll drop six-fifty like it’s Sunday gold, On Bezos cabinet doors for his kitchen soul. ⸻ He don’t believe in waste, not a single drop, Pours cups in the toilet, hears the old plumbing talk. “Efficiency,” he whispers, like a sermon at dawn, While sardine oil glistens on a thrift store pawn. But give him a catalog glowing divine, And cabinet doors made in billionaire time, He’ll say “That wood sings like a gospel choir,” And swipe that card like holy fire. ⸻ CHORUS: Oh Jacob, Jacob, living lean and true, Flushes with a cup of water like the saints used to do. But he’ll drop six-fifty like it’s Sunday gold, On Bezos cabinet doors for his kitchen soul. ⸻ Now the preacher don’t judge, just shakes his head slow, Says “That boy walks mystery roads, don’t you know?” One foot in ascetic, one in retail flame, Hallelujah got a barcode on his name. ⸻ So if you see him in the aisle where the fine woods gleam, Between salvation and a shopping screen, Tip your hat, let the banjo chords roll, To Jacob and his cabinets and his cracker-filled soul. ⸻ FINAL CHORUS (louder, faster, slightly unhinged): Oh Jacob, Jacob, praise and debit due, Walnut of wisdom and sardine stew. Flushes like a monk but he’ll overspend bold, On Bezos cabinet doors for his kitchen soul. 🎻