Baptism of the Lord
Bathing Flesh, muddy waters fitfully flow
Unknowing, but now hear! a Voice speaks:
“Unworthy am I, You whom I did not know;
You’ve come to perfume a world that reeks
Of dark and deadened souls, O God-who-seeks
To make of us crimson white, celestial snow;
See! Death is dying in Jordan’s paschal riverbed.”
There God, Thrice-shown, has surely appeared!
Voice-quake, peaceful Dove, Flesh soon Blood red,
Trinity evermore praised, adored, revered
Whose love, mercy for us wastefully, lavishly bled.