The cowboy turned liveryman
found himself asking his friend,
the humble parson, to baprize him.
This, on the very Sunday that it became
official that he would be the new pastor
of this little white church.
So to the creek just outside town
they went and there they found
the perfect spot for his baptism.
The entire congregation was there
in joyful song, their voices filled the air.
They rejoiced in knowing
that the kingdom was growing.
It was truly a joyfu day.
Our two friends entered the water, smiling.
The parson said a few words, and then emersed
his new friend beneath the water. The crowd dispersed
oh so slowly, many remaining to speak to the two men.