Going through your searches
Through sermons in your churches
Back and forth in the lurches
And all that it often bemurches
Give rise to a powerful tower
In the Divinity of the hour
Praise be to thine willpower
With all that much flitting
Where hearts are for quitting
There are no chairs for sitting
Tailors measure for a fitting
And if the cloths suit you
In portraying the other view
Of what we’d rather try to do
Make progress other than queue