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Baptism
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
cleansed by the holy 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 who no grave could hold nor shackle.
The Word made flesh who in last dying breath
had lots cast and died a criminal’s death.
Written: October 2010
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