No food remained in the whole land, as hunger’s hands by drought was chained. Egypt sighed, and Canaan wept, And through the void, the promise crept. Joseph gathered coins and herds, for bread became the final word. The silver faded, cattle passed, yet Mercy’s storehouse still held fast. “Take us not as ones who fade, our lives, our land,” the people prayed. So, Joseph gave, with justice wide, And Pharaoh’s rule they dignified. Land was bought, not for disgrace, but to preserve the human face. Seed was handed, hope retained, that in the soil, life be sustained. In the yield, a humble vow: One-fifth to Pharaoh, rest for plow. Not slavery, but structured grace, Provision in a starving place.

© Unknown Christian