His

Wed, 04/16/2014 - 18:11 -- jemoli
I step into the tub.
Pastor's hand leading me there.
Theses shackles make it hard to get in.
The pastor tells my story,
how I came to know Him.
 
"I baptize you in the name of the
Father,
Son,
and Holy Spirit.
Buried in an old way of life
Raised again to walk in the new."
 
The shackles have been burned off.
I am free.
I am new.
I am in His hands.
I have been washed in His blood.
I am His infant.

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