A Drunkard's Song

When am I not drunk Jesus Christ? When am I not drunk of the love for You Jesus Christ? When am I not pained? When am I not drunk of the pain You bore On the Cross, Jesus Christ? When am I not loved? When am I not blessed? When am I not drunk Of the love that You showered on earth Jesus Christ? Am not a Christian Born to Christian parents But Christ, mind You my mentor Since You can’t be sectarian For love has no religious taint I am just a drunkard Drunk of universal love Wasn’t that the pain You bore For all of us On the Cross? Sink down therefore into my veins As they mount me on a Cross Calling me a drunkard A drunkard of love Oh, Jesus Christ! I would be there in the fiery sun On a dusty desert plain Filled with bliss Please mount me on the Cross Hammer nails into me I would look at the horizon The salty sweat on my eyebrows Would still look for you My mentor, the salvation I am a drunkard Drunk of love Jesus Christ!