1 Down Galilee's slow roadways
a stranger traveled on
from Nazareth to Jordan
to be baptized by John.
He went down to the waters
like soldier, scribe, and slave,
but there within the river
the sign was birth and grave.
2 Arising from the river
he saw the heavens torn;
it seemed the sky so open
revealed the Spirit's form.
The holy dove descended
amid a glorious voice:
"You are my own beloved,
my child, my heart, my choice."
3 We too have found a roadway;
it led us to this place.
We all have had to travel
in search of hope and grace.
But now beside this water
again a voice is heard.
"You are my own, my chosen,
beloved of your Lord."
