His Blood’s thicker than water
that much we already knew.
His Blood’s thicker than Pepsi
I tell you that’s Good News for the generation.
His Blood’s thicker than cowboy coffee
boiling under the stars,
thicker than a Guinness
between a drunken driver’s knees.
His Blood’s thicker than a sea of sorrow
thicker than the tide of grief,
thicker than the tears of all tomorrow
thicker than the pride of a thief.
His Blood’s thicker than bad blood between brothers, brother,
thicker than your skull, thicker than skin,
gratefully we drink it all in.
When we empty our hearts
it’s His Cup we fill
sweating the details in an olive garden,
bowing to Our Father’s will.
Beautifully said. Thanks, Will.