Baptism - Jaco Mostert

There where You flow over life breath. Hover in the halls between bone and consciousness. Evening out the strips of light lingering at the end of horizons. I fall in to You like a drowning man. I no longer kicking. And the air around me is thin breathing the memories of dead men with their faces killed by sin. And the trees that have called Your name are changing, in autumn it celebrates dying. I’ll remember You as I go down this river of sacrifice to drown to be born inside of You.