fun. One Foot


Happiness stumbled upon a chapel last night
And I can’t help but back up when I think of what happens inside
I’ve got friends locked in boxes, that’s no way to live
What you calling a sin, isn’t up to them
Afterall, afterall I thought we were all your children
But I will die for my own sins, thanks a lot
We’ll rise up ourselves, thanks for nothing at all
So up off the ground, our forefathers are nothing but dust now

Joel L. Watts
Joel L. Watts holds a Masters of Arts from United Theological Seminary with a focus in literary and rhetorical criticism of the New Testament. He is currently a Ph.D. student at the University of the Free State, analyzing Paul’s model of atonement in Galatians. He is the author of Mimetic Criticism of the Gospel of Mark: Introduction and Commentary (Wipf and Stock, 2013), a co-editor and contributor to From Fear to Faith: Stories of Hitting Spiritual Walls (Energion, 2013), and Praying in God's Theater, Meditations on the Book of Revelation (Wipf and Stock, 2014).

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