In memorium, Robert Lord (1961-88)
I’ve nothing to believe in
No one to believe in me
Life isn’t worth the living
Everyone grieved by me
They can’t live with or without me
I can’t live …
Child of Mine
Son, come home.
Dear brother of mine
In bygone times
You spent yourself for me
However could I have realized
You were not long for this scene?
You showed up at my door
In the joy of the Lord
The Master’s messenger to me
In a divine appointment
After all those years
You helped me to see
And I thank my God
Upon every remembrance of you
Of you
How could I have known what you went through?
Still, my deceitful heart knew better
That I should have phoned
It would have meant so much to you
That last lonely winter
When our ancient foe
He isolated you, Bro
Set you up
And left you hanging
A life of misunderstood selflessness
Gave way to death’s evacuation
And I thank my God
Upon every remembrance of you
Of you
Your life really touched my kid brother
No one ever made the impression
On him like you did
And he’s coming around
You’re speaking to him
Even in death
So now you’re gone and life goes on
And I’ve no excuse for my behaviour
My conscience haunts, your body rots
And your soul’s living on forever
Last time I beheld your shining face
Was on your coffin after the service
And I was overwhelmed
Yet felt a strange peace
You’re in that great cloud of witnesses
And I thank my God
Upon every remembrance of you
Of you
And I thank my God
Upon every remembrance of you
Of you, of you
Dear brother of mine
I’ll see you soon
Don’t know when
But we’ll meet again my friend
I love you …
