Sprinkle me with the purest water
Until the dust evaporates
Until my soul believes it participates
So I feel better for a while.
But, afterwards the sin remains
More vivid are my scarlet stains.
Submerge me in water pure and fresh
Until I am surface soaked
Until it seems my soul is cleansed
So I feel better for a longer while.
But, in all too short a time
My sin stains lay claim as mine.
Plunge me under the running water
Until the agitation washes deeper
Until my soul appears to be a keeper
So I feel sure for a even longer while.
But, as times passes by and on
My heart knows it is a con.
Wash me in Your Holy Water
Until Your blood from Calvary flows
Until the water runs high and low
So I can convince myself an even longer while.
But, this time do not let me intervene
For Believer's Baptism is not routine.
Saturate me thoroughly in Your Holy Water
Until no part of me is remotely still dry
Until my soul knows it responded to Your cry
So this is real Believer's Baptism, those real smiles.
No buts, no ifs or pretenses this time
Steel like assurance as a Savior You are mine.
Flood my entire being in Your Holy Spirit
Until every wrong I have ever done
Until every unrighteousness is gone
So I continue as a new creation in You.
But this time I really understand
Faith proceeds instead of routines hand.