Joseph

By Hortense Francis

Don’t we belong to the same father?

Why would you then sell me into slavery?

Is it because of the coat of many colours?

I want us all to see clearly

Depression took hold of my soul

I begin to thank God and sing praises

Look to Jehovah because I know

I will become whole once more

God is the only one that can restore

I came into a foreign land

And no one I knew from head to toe

But the Lord came to me and stand

And said do not worry about your foes

I saw my brothers and started to dread

Of the wickedness they have plotted in their head

I am now King of the land

And I offered to lend a helping hand.

By Hortense Francis