The river water rippled during the rite
Wearing a robe as he accepted the rock
Although rough in the past
He rotated to a side less rough, more smooth
Fully ripe and born again letting God take the risk
He stepped forward onto a new road rollicking
A routine changed from rubbish
To a rudamentary belief in Christ
Leaving the rum and ruin behind
Digging his way out of the rot while running
A revulsion to Satan and a rhapsody to Jesus
Knowing rigomortis would not be a problem for him
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