Plunged into promise as obedient paths collide. Righteous one, stained in repentance-river’s tide.
Drowned in its sorrow; drowned in their hate-filled shame, Dyed; submerged in their refusal to even know his name.
Then lifted; And drenched in anointing to fully become, To live and to die in truth’s beauty; “You are My Son”.
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