It’s not about fame; I could be its victim.
It’s not about getting a bigger name; though I’m the next big thing.
I’m not about being a star; a means to stand out.
Being on God’s side is odd enough
I’m odd to the world – my personal paparazzi.
I do stand out. I’m that city set on a hill.
God’s original patent.
A shiny silver vessel, reflecting greatness.
An emphatic victory.
I am that misfit.