Baptism

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Here I sit at the table of The 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! For soon you saints in Christ the hour will come - all who tarry in his tabernacle, and behold the King of all Christendom in he whom no grave could hold nor shackle. The Word made flesh who in last dying breath had lots cast and died a criminal’s death.

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