The word reached Pharaoh’s court, whispers swelling into gladness:

Joseph’s kin have been found. No grudge, no scorn, only welcome from the throne.

Gifts from Egypt, bridges of grain and gold, wagons creaking with promise.

Back in Canaan, an old man stared through tears, refusing joy at first,

For hope long laid to rest doesn’t rise easily.

Until he saw them. The carts. The proof. Joseph’s name is written in timber and linen.

His spirit revived. And with it, the lineage of Israel lifted from sorrow,

Anchored again in the God who preserves.

No dream had prepared him for this kind of mercy.

© Inspired by Genesis 45:16–28 © Unknown Christian