Patricia Kelley (March 11 1957 / Oklahoma)

My white gown sized.
As your bride,
I stand with pride.

My oil lamp filled.
Feeling chilled.
Surprised, that there are so many.

Like me, waiting to be dunked, baptized in the icy waters of the Jordan River.
We're all here, standing barefooted on rough stones.
Digging into our bones,
Feeling a shiver,
From Mount Hermon's cool breeze,
Where the melting snows of Mount Hermon, fill the icy waters of the Jordan River,
Feeling a quiver,
Standing here by the ancient olive trees,
Where the waters flow into the Dead Sea,
This is where, John the Baptist once stood.
Understood,
By many,
Baptized many,
Misunderstood by the enemy,

This is where he baptized Jesus Christ, and the Dove descended down from Heaven.

Here, I stand today baptized in the Jordan River.
I feel sanctified.
Purified,
God feels Glorified.

The Jordan River is so breathtaking beautiful, with luscious trees draping across the Jordan River.
'I'm standing on Holy Ground, and I know that there are Angels' all around.'