Baptism Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Baptism
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Here I sit at the table of our Lord
With emblems to the elect grafted in:
My old faith in God and mercy restored
By the love in He who died without sin!
I, sojourner, in the walk to the truth
Reborn by the waters of baptism -
To beseech, if not by Your own reproof,
To rise again like Your son has risen.
Behold, all you saints in Christ wholly blessed,
All who tarry in this tabernacle:
Waiting the return in belief confessed
For He that no grave could hold nor shackle.
The Word made flesh who in last dying breath
Had lots cast and died a criminal's death.
The Scent of Water
When eternally living waters move in your veins
gone are life's many scars and very ugly stains
Air suddenly gifts joys and great happiness anew
blessings descend so quickly down upon you
Cool dawns eagerly await your early morning rise
time sends purpose , greater life that truly flies
Soul begins to sing out gayly both day and night
thirst quenched your mind and body takes flight
Gone are the dull miseries that kept you bored
as was gifted the "scent of water" from our Lord
Giving, sharing becomes exciting new way of life
exiting are the many little pains and daily strife
Eternal water quenches any and every desperate thirst
so drink up, drink to remove in your life the very worst.
Ah, let come this stiffling breeze now to ye all!
Such sweet sap envelops my every pore,
Shall I await for the ever fresh rainfall?
For I fear the amber of daylight no more.
Dormant they recline on fields of white cotton,
while Hermes pulls his cart from the House of York,
and though worries of the day are forgotten,
they tackle me with ever increasing torque.
Dear Lord! The sun, as the Gods, knows no mercy,
it strikes common men on green parks all the same,
the same as the priests from Westminster Abbey,
wildly wields and waves it's scorching blade of Flames.
Ah, let come a fresh breeze to the grass of Hyde,
and may it blow through the city, far and wide.