Untitled Christian Poem

The joy is constant, in this mind ravaged by time. Space is consuming, this special heart, broken by neglect. Drops of pain are penetrating, this soul, filled with great agony. Innocence has faded from, this youthful body, long since dormant. Grace has flooded the halls of hope, staining those glass windows with a brilliant luminescence, creating the most peaceful of atmospheres. The spirit of righteousness pervades this hallowed domain, filling it with pure happiness. A spectral dominion conquers the evil which attempts to destroy the destiny of this quiet person, bathing them in a holy light as they are genuinely changed. This is what they call baptism.