“Goshen’s Welcome “

Joseph stood, the veil now torn, before the throne in Egypt’s morn. With shepherd kin and silver years, bringing blessings, crossing tears.

Pharaoh’s gaze met aged face, Jacob’s stride in quiet grace. “Your servants tend the herds,” they said, From childhood fields where mercy led.

The land was offered, not by might, But favor’s hand in morning light. Goshen’s gates, a grace bestowed, To dwell and thrive where peace once flowed.

In foreign soil, no exile’s shame, But covenant roots and God’s acclaim. A remnant placed, by truth’s design, Restoration beneath divine.

© Unknown Christian