It was a cold sabbath morning and I was running late.
For this sabbath was different it was a very special date.
I got dressed in a white robe and sat on the first pue.
There was three other women who looked so beautiful and new.
The preacher dunked me under for the death my savior endored.
Then bought me back up for the resurrection of our lord.
I heard angel's rejoining all smiles and cries.
The choir was singing,I felt so alive.
For this sabbath was different, not just the baptism of me.
But because its for my family and friends to witness and see.
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