Warming waters washing over me,

It was the time of my baptising.

Things of beauty I did see,

As my spirit was slowly rising.

I saw my past as if in dream,

Some terrible things I had done,

All flowed out in the stream,

Of unholy passions on the run.

I raised my eyes up to the light,

Hope filling my longing breast.

No more the sadness of my plight,

For with Holy Water I am blest,

Warming waters washing over me,

Soak all the badness away.

Let me with the righteous be,

Until with the Lord I stay.

Bernard Shaw

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