Here I wade in the water, waiting.
Immersing in my skin of beast.
Waiting for the promise of relief
From my duty of forerunner.
Then suddenly no longer
Am I waiting but watching
As He descends into the water
Whose lachets not even
I can undo of His sandals.
Face to face we are wading,
Waiting to fulfill all righteousness.
He rises with the witness
Of white wings and a voice
From on high, declaring
His Beloved Son.
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Lame Poems and Other Thoughts
कविताPoems that my teacher's require. Might as well put them to more use. As well as some random thoughts and also essays. I don't know. It's good to just inform the world of some cool thoughts🙂
