I wrote this poem shortly after the day of my baptism, when I was seventeen.
I dedicate this poem to my LORD for all He had done. Also to my sister Bethany and my two sisters in Christ who on that day were baptized with me.
On September seventeenth
In the year Two Thousand Six,
I stood near the edge of a pool
With my emotions in a mix.
I watched my friend N—–
Then only nine years old
Confessing the Lord with her tongue
Her tones were strong and bold.
After she finished her confession of faith
Her father, our godly pastor
Held her hand and dunked her under water
As she promised to faithfully serve her God and Master.
The next to be baptized
Were my sister and I.
I was rather nervous –
I’ll not tell a lie.
I was assisted into the water.
How very cold it felt!
It was then my turn to testify
How the Lord with me had dealt.
I sent a prayer up to Heaven
That God would assist me to speak,
For I being timid was beginning to feel ill
My stomach was churning and my knees were weak.
I told how when quite young
I had come to Christ for real.
But I had in recent years
Wandered away from Him a good deal.
God had reclaimed my attention
In the recent months now past.
I had wandered far away from Him,
But I was now back with Him at last!
I ended by saying I was very glad
To now be able to pronounce
HIM as my Lord and Savior
My fear melted away – almost every ounce.
A moment later and my Dad
Dunked me under the water.
It froze my face and claimed my breath
But it did not really matter.
I felt so happy – gloriously happy
As up the pool steps I climbed.
I reached the top, then turned around
As my sister came to mind.
Bethany testified in a simple way
It was just a line or two.
She was then put under the water
Following what the Bible says to do.
The three of us walked onto the pavement
To see just one more testimony.
I shivered and shook as the wind brushed me.
I wiggled my toes on the ground so stony.
Standing in water up to her waist,
A—- with the help of her father
Told how she first came to the Lord.
Mr. B—– then baptized his daughter.
The ceremony being now done with
Our pastor prayed for those who the Lord confessed.
I bowed my head in a state of delight
And with a heart completely at rest.
The rest of the day was spent in celebration
Of the wonderful things God had done.
Oh, give praise to our Father above
For what He has done with His Son!