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Welcome back for another Scripture Saturday. Today is a poem that I wrote a few years ago, and thought it was worth sharing on here this week. I hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think!



 Icy water chills to the bone.
Miniature waves ripple through the
pool, beckoning to follow them
and plunge into the watery depths.

 Closing eyes and holding breath in
preparation for the moment
to arrive. Time creeps by slowly
as the anticipation builds like a crescendo.

 Water surrounds the body as it
is submerged. Droplets fly into the air as
the body is pulled back to the surface,
beads of water clinging to skin.

 To be buried like he was buried
and raised like he was raised;
it is time to go make disciples of others.
The spiritual revolution has begun.