What doth hinder Thee?
John Clare Stokes
Imagine the rickety wagon pulled by molly mule
returning from a sweltering rain starved field
when deep dips the rut road into shady cool
To the barn of home the two are steeled
when faintly a discernible voice whispers low
“Come to the water, what does hinder thee?”
It was that Saturday evening Preacher was called
A new name was written in Suwannee by night fall.
As the washed away sins made it to Fowlers Bluff
And on out into the Gulf.
A Prospect Primitive baptism
Suwannee River
No comments:
Post a Comment