Unglamorous: Act 1

Entered the world’s stage dependent on another
Mothered by an assumed harlot, fathered by a perceived weakling
Manifestation of promised pain – reminds us why he had to come, hints at what he came to do
Authority, like his teeth, present but hidden deep within
Near to his beloved. Nearly murdered by them. Night escape
Unable to provide – nursed. Unable to survive – coddled
Exactly what this world needed –
Light

If you’re interested, you can continue with Unglamorous: Act 2

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A son, a brother, a husband, a father of eight, and a friend. A follower of Jesus Christ. A fan of the Seminoles and all teams Atlanta. I write, I read, and teach when I can. I prefer red pens. I'm easily distracted. I've lived in Augusta, GA, northern Minnesota, the beautiful western NC mountains, and Tallahassee, FL - Go 'Noles. I played football for FSU, was on the national championship team in 1999, and took a few snaps with the Pittsburgh Steelers. My favorite colors are fluorescent yellow, and Garnet & Gold. I drive a minivan and think it's cool.
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