Not the normal blessing,
But a shower of visible grace.
The paperwork arrived;
red from His blood,
a passport smearing our souls. Forevermore.

Voices raised to the full, singing prayers aloud.
Joy streamed through a chapel,
calling us and His name,
in perfect harmony.

Surrounded by love, we are suddenly protected,
and commissioned in instants …
man would call time,
and God calls anointing.

Marks of baptism and confirmation now refreshed,
With inner love and new knowledge,
packed firmly inside, for all to see.

And us to use.