Emerged in Water

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    Emerged in Water

    The pool was huge when I was five
    The crowd seemed like thousands
    I was not quite sure what I was doing
    when I was emerged in the water

    The paster asked me if I accept
    Jesus as my saviour
    Of course at five I would accept
    anyone as my saviour

    The boys were mean to me
    The girls were snobbish
    Would this Jesus find me a friend?
    Would he put an end to the mean kids ?

    So I held my hands over my nose
    and closed my eyes as I was laid back
    In the water that was supposed to cleanse
    my soul

    The water was cold but felt refreshing
    I didn't see Jesus why didn't he come?
    My soul felt the same at the age of five
    So why was I emerged in the water?

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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