In youthful dreams the stars bow low,

The sun and moon in reverence show.

 A vision bright, a fate so grand,

Yet envy burns in jealous hands.

His brothers scorned the dreamer’s sight,

Their hearts were dark, devoid of light.

A coat so rich with colors bright,

Now torn and cast from lofty height.

Into the pit, alone he fell,

 A cry for mercy none would quell.

Silver weighed his destiny,

A price for chains, for slavery.

Yet God above, so wise, so true,

Had a deep purpose, a path to view.

Though cast away by hands unkind,

His guiding grace, Joseph would find.

© Unknown Christian