Baptism I
On this day of your baptism,
I catch glimpses of what’s ahead.
The water reflects a prism
Of a table with wine and bread,
Joy and pleasure forevermore
And a Crown of Life on your head.
Yet present days feel more like war:
Chariots set the ground quaking
And sin crouches at every door.
Take heart! God’s water is making
An end to every weapon formed;
It leaves the gates of Hell shaking.
Through Christ, not by how you’ve performed,
Washed clean of every guilty stain,
You will come up from death transformed.
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