A desperate storm of fingers
Clutch viciously at my sides
Their reign of spite and jealousy
Their hatred my demise
I gaze into their pupils
A devil-kindled fire
Deceit of aging Jacob
Enslaved to heart’s desires.
Each breath is shallow, jagged
I’m fighting for my life
This coup, this family treachery
Has caused my soul to cry
They smear my coat in goat’s blood,
A wretched, fleshy smell
Their brother they would sacrifice
Their brother they would sell.
But Joseph wasn’t fallen,
Joseph wasn’t done
Jehovah was the banner,
For the afflicted youngest son,
From a humble life in Canaan
To Egypt’s overseer,
Joseph wasn’t fallen,
The boy became a leader.
Guest Writer
Emmanuel Nyamekye Oppong
is a 16-year-old Christian student from the UK. He is passionate about conveying the Word of God through poetry and is proud to call himself a Christian. He enjoys Bible studies with friends, films, and especially spending time with God through nature.
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