I was baptized in the Ohio river
Where I stood though, my feet got stuck in its soft mud
My soul to God they said they would now deliver
The last words that I spoke were, 'glub', 'glub'.
Now my soul it is finally joyous and free
But, my body is still stuck somewhere in that river silt,
Maybe it was the devil that was holding on to me
Did he want to keep me because of my sinning and my guilt.
My body is probably still stuck in that Ohio river sludge
Where my heart pounded its very last heartbeat,
I am now ready to meet God, and for him to judge
Now my soul is finally clean, but now I have dirty feet.
I was finally baptized in the Ohio river
Then I drowned when my feet got stuck in the river's muck,
Now, I truly thank God for being my salvation giver
Without him though I would still be alive, but sadly without any luck.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now my soul it is finally joyous and free but the poem progresses in a sad and pensive mood. It becomes philosophical in between. Amazing poem.