Hardware Man 2.0

Morning light, the bell above the door begins to chime,

Another line of questions, and I'm short on time.

Folks asking left and right, what fits and what won't do,

I keep my voice polite, though my temper starts to brew.

Oh, I'm your hardware man, selecting screws the best I can,

Though my patience wears so thin with every last demand,

I whisper up a prayer to help me understand,

To trade my grumps for grace your weary hardware man.

A fella wants a washer that we haven't sold in years,

A lady with a diagram that nearly brings me tears.

I take a breath, remember what I said last night,

God, help me treat them kindly, help me get this right.

Oh, I'm your hardware man, selecting screws the best I can,

Though my patience wears so thin with every last demand,

I whisper up a prayer to help me understand,

To trade my grumps for grace your weary hardware man.

Kindness isn't easy when the day feels twice as long,

But every little moment is a chance to right a wrong.

I'm learning as I go, with every creak and clang,

That God's in every person, though it's not always clear to me.

Oh, I'm your hardware man, selecting screws the best I can,

Though my patience wears so thin with every last demand,

I whisper up a prayer to help me understand,

To fix more than the shelves your growing hardware man.