I sent them all away, even the walls trembled at my cry.

Years of silence broke like bread in famine,

I wept loud enough for Pharaoh’s house to hear.

I am Joseph. Not a ghost, not a stranger,

But the brother they buried beneath silver and fear.

They would not come close, grief held them tighter than chains.

 So I whispered grace into the void:

“Do not be distressed… God sent me ahead.”

I showed them the scarred story written in famine,

In prison shadows, in Pharaoh’s court robes.

Every step, a stitch in the garment of mercy.

No anger. No revenge. Only trembling hands,

A heart made whole by the God who sees,

The end from betrayal’s beginning.

© (Inspired by Genesis 45:1–8)

© Unknown Christian