Baptized

Listening to her words Holding back tears, but there they are Flooding my face,  at such a steady pace. One massive scar, yearning for grace; but it seems so far. Nervous, and trying to take it all in, This is it. One question asked,  and next thing I know I'm under water, surrounded by warmth and praise. That one split second of silence created by God, gives me jubilance. I am a Child of God. Yes, I am still flawed. The gift of Grace, free. It had been given to me.