…then it’s a Robe
A Robe that was robed by a robed role model
When he emerged from the highest of holes
And remained wholly whole
Till he returned to his home above
Nearly in a Robe
The Robe in its mould
Was not embroidered from a white rope
Not woven from a black rope
It was fashioned from a secret code
It seems the one in the Robe
Lived with the one of old
In the shrouded places of the clouds
For aeons beyond the Ozone
Lo and behold
He imploded
And became one among the earthling fold
The one in the Robe
Carried loads of hope
Loads of hope you can hold
The one in the Robe
Curries no heavy yoke
No heavy yoke for those spiritually broke
The one in the Robe
Nests in his chest lots of love
Lots of love for those mortal folks
Mortal folks abiding below his Abode
In his Robe
In his humble mode
He set out on the road
To the ones fatefully sold
To the ones on the broad road
To return these to the strait road
The road for the one in the Robe
Was fraught with eyes that groped for his stainless blood
Yet he probed; he strode in the hood
He was not cold; he was bold
The one in the Robe
Braced himself for many strokes
Braved out for all it forebode
And when an earlobe was cropped
He did not favour it to drop
He took the ear up to hold
The one in the Robe
Visited the tombs
Unfettered the entombed
Hushed the storm up shore
Fed the famished with bread he broke
Stopped blood that flowed
And a woman’s womanhood restored
For babes to come nonstop
Unstopped
To the one in the Robe
With the one in the Robe
No one is left alone
With the one in the Robe
All receive news of gold
News of a sheltering home
A home all can call their own
The one in the Robe
Was willing to surrender his soul
To recover all who iniquity had sold
To cleanse the stain even from the bone
The story of the one in the Robe
Is one that has been told and retold
From ancient times but still holds
His words we quote
His name the world has known
The one in the Robe
His death was no April joke
But in the tomb he did not choke
Sure he was not comatose
From the gripping fingers of death he arose
Life eternal he bestowed
Life immortal he was bestowed
The one in the Robe
His time he bode
Infinite love he showed
His line many towed
Before he sat on a throne
It seemed the seamless Robe
Attracted the attention of those murderous rogues
Who subjected it to a gambling episode
Which ended in a scramble for the seamless cloak
