Just for @BlaineStewart (and with apologies to King David and to King James):
The Lord is my barista; I shall not want.
He maketh me to wake on dark mornings: he leadeth me beside the percolator.
He restoreth my productivity: he leadeth me in the paths of alertness for coffee’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the danger of naps, I will fear no slumber: for thou art with me; thy espresso and thy pastries they comfort me.
Thou preparest a latte before me in the presence of mine auto: thou annointest my lips with steamed milk; my mug runneth over.
Surely caffeine and sugar shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the mermaid for ever.