The Water

One by one 
  from the edge
    they slowly came,
Into the water,
   muddy water,
     but not as dark
as the staining sin
to be washed away. 

In the water,
   first knee deep, 
     now waist deep,
then taken under,
   immersed in mystery.
     Dreadful sin
now a memory,
washed down river.

In the Son,
   now walking,
     washed clean.
Something new,
   born once more,
     not like before.
Forgiven and free,
by the water.