Joseph

Long ago there lived a boy,
His brothers thought him very coy.

His father's favorite, given a colorful coat,
Torn and dipped in the blood of a goat.

His brothers' hate without boundaries paved,
The way to sell him as hapless slave.

"We're rid of him, the dreamer boy!"
Their father fell for their ploy,

"Oh father dear, Joseph is dead,"
They told him as fake tears were shed.

Their proof, torn coat dipped in blood,
The grief of Jacob a massive flood.

But the story, it ends not here,
For the one that Jacob held so dear,

Was seen to be a righteous man,
Bought by Potiphar, a soldier in command.

Soon put in charge of his household,
But the commander's wife turned evil and cold.

She lied and he was sent to jail,
But even there he couldn't fail,

Made in charge of the prison, he,
Until the day he was set free,

For he had a gift, interpreting dreams.
So all his brothers' plans and schemes,

They were all for naught,
For this one thing they forgot,

Man is never the one in charge,
God's plans for us are much too large,

For mere man to do alone,
And God is always on His throne.