You don’t have to travel across the world to be baptized in the Jordan River; only through the space time continuum.

By the power of the Spirit of God The still clear water of the modern font Becomes the flow of that ancient river; Cleansing you as it was itself once cleansed by him who came after and yet before.

“This is my beloved,” the voice beckons, Echoing from those first century shores, And into our very own, and beyond.

Calling out to the called out ones, it rings Truer than our own truths we held so dear Before we, too, were brought through that River.

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