The Baptism of Master Dolas

If my friend Jim was writing this, he would no doubt craft an epic poem with much Beowolfian language. I am no Jim Dolas. Not in intellect, heart, kindness or many other Godly qualities but especially not in the written word. Having disclaimed myself, rather nicely methinks, here is my poetic remembrance of the Baptism of Master Dolas. (June 3rd 2007 AD)

'Twas the trinitarian day of June
When they all gathered by the lake
Who was to know it would happen so soon?
This sweet moment of heartbreak.

One read from the holy book
One read from his heart
All sang what it took
To bless the boy for his start

The sun shone for them all
The wind gently blew in his hair
The Son died for His all
They knew this one was in Good care

How many more will live
Before the last to receive the sign?
We know not the what future will give
But we stand on promise: He will remind

Remind him of his mother, who wept for him this day
Remind him of the Son who died and ne'er would forsake
Remind him of his father who showed him the true way
Remind him of this moment, this sweet sweet heartbreak

Our hearts are broken open
At the mercy of the king
We make our good confession
We eternally wear the ring

This sweet heart break
Made only by the Lord
This sweet heart break
Assured in His holy word.