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”.