The spout

Today between us will be hugging,
In honor of new, joyful stage.
And our souls foul and muddy
We'll super-cleanse by oil in lent!

We will stop using foul language
It's hard to hold back ecstacy,
But we will try to be more artful,
express ideas skilfully.

I understand how ridiculous
To you seems my spiritual pace,
But if the entrance happened with God -
How much from this lent I will get!

I really want you to be baptized
And you will feel how grace will flow,
You'll go to the church by my side,
To be together there and grow!

When the Lord enters you in Baptism,
He casts out dark away from you,
He dominates all your soul's strivings.
Although ... Whom I'm talking to.