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In the quiet hush of sacred waters, Where ripples kiss the edges of eternity, We step forth, hearts unburdened, To meet the river’s embrace.

The sun, a golden witness, Peers through the veil of morning mist, As we wade into the depths, Our souls like fragile vessels.

Submerged, we surrender our old selves, The weight of sin and wandering, Drowning in forgiveness, As if the river itself whispers secrets of redemption.

Emerging, gasping for grace, We rise anew, baptized in hope, Cloaked in the name of the One Who walked on water and calmed the storm.

Above, the sky opens—a celestial curtain— And a dove descends, wings aflame, Anointing us with holy fire, Igniting purpose within our bones.

Father, Son, and Spirit dance upon the water, Their voices woven into currents, A divine harmony that echoes through time, Calling us to mission, to love unconditionally.

And so, we emerge from baptism’s womb, Not as mere mortals, but as vessels of grace, Charged with spreading love’s ripples, Affecting lives beyond our own.

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May the river’s current carry us toward compassion, And may our souls forever bear the imprint Of that sacred moment—baptism in the name of Jesus.