Clueless Turned Wise

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There once was a clueless man who thought he found love with a clueless woman. What he thought was love was selfishness and lust. In foolish passion he took her body and gave her a clueless child.


There once was a clueless woman who thought she found love with a clueless man. What she thought was love was the deception of lust and vanity. She gave herself in foolish passion and received a clueless child

There once was a clueless child born of a misconception of love, taught a misconception of love. He then grew into a clueless man and so the story begins again.

There was and is a loving God. Great enough was he to end the clueless chain. He gave wisdom to the man so he was filled with knowledge. Understanding to the woman so she knew what was right and love to the child so he experienced truth.

There once was a wise man. He was filled with the love of Christ and sought to share that love with a wise woman. he found her, loved her, truly and unconditionally. He took her in marriage and one day gave her a wise child

There once was a wise woman. She was filled with the love of Christ and knew well what that looked like for she was taught by her savior. She found love with a wise man and shared a love that was unconditional and pure. She gave herself as his bride and one day received a wise child

There once was a wise child who grew up with the love of Christ. Born of unconditional love, taught unconditional  love. He then grew up into a wise man and so the story begins again.

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