From Defeat to Victory e-bog

He had to remind himself that the worst years were behind him. Almost a man now at the age of seventeen, he took on a stature comprised of masculine good looks with the flawless countenance of an angel. He was caramel in tone, and his hair beautifully contoured naturally at his nape. Standing at six feet, not completely bulging in masculinity, but good enough to hold his own. His attractive features did not take him to a place of conceit. With all his good looks and structure, he was full of humility and honor. As he continued to walk toward his first destination, he realized that the presence of God was thick round about him that he began to see the glory of his God. He realized the splendor of grass before him, how brisk the wind was, and how sweetly the birds sang, it was truly a fact that all of nature joined him in worship; one must truly realize that the anointed one is ever present.