WHAT LOVE IS THIS

what love is this that you hold
being prompt and swift to every call
tender hands, yet strong when I fall
that holds me up from ground scroll
every time am week, your shoulder gives me strength
while guiding hands hold me from the enemy's den
please tell me what love is this that you hold

I could understand not, how you loved me
rebellion and rejections were the ways for me
and when life's merry hand's were too sweet for me
to let go, that's when you did call for me to be
you son, your rod, your pot, your voice to speak
and when am drunk with wine, and my heart
is merry with wine, you could not let go off me
you left your throne, to come down for me
what love is this that you hold

and when the tick and tok of the clock keeps the motion
and the enemy in one accord bonds the nation
and your voice sounds clear, and the end seems near
and when I grasp for my last breath from my earthly bed
and every energy from my chest melts away, when am bled
and I taste from cold lips of death to let go off my own breath
I will not waste away, will not be afraid if am dead
sure you will be receiving me from the other end..

© Robins 2015