The Man I Call Joseph
I met a man I call Joseph,
And a mysterious man He was.
He seldom talks about himself,
How he lives and what he does.
Until one day he showed me his home,
And Im amazed when my two eyes roam.
To see in the backyard is a lake,
How mirror-like the water can make.
We dipped our feet in the crystal water,
And to my surprise I saw a different brother.
When I looked down to his reflection,
I saw deep rough scars on his complexion.
Only in water I see this different glow,
Scars that seemed painful not so long ago.
For when I look up at him I see a clean face,
So my wonder of his past I now cannot erase.
I asked Joseph, why are there marks?
And Josephs reply directly pierced my heart.
I was beaten in my youth and left in the dark,
By my only brothers who tore my life apart.
They whipped me when I told them to stop,
I cried in pain until my tears final drop.
They sold me and dragged in the mud,
But it didnt change my love for my same blood.
I cried in my heart when I heard his tale,
Why his brothers so cruel and inhumane?
But what struck me most and what I cant scale,
How his joy for his brothers and fate still reign?
Joseph didnt know in me I dismay,
Because like him, I was a victim and a prey.
In my brothers hands I also lost hope to live,
But unlike Joseph, Im angry and cant forgive.
Why did Jesus allowed darkness to me?
All of my life, I question and plea.
Raped of my youth and cursed in shame,
Is this what I deserve? Is this what I became?
I was fully convinced Jesus left me alone,
But how can Joseph live without scorn?
With all his sufferings he should be estranged,
Until he told me what made him change.
The man I call Joseph came to me and said,
Just like you, I used to feel better off dead.
But be calm my brother and hear what Ill say,
From Jesus words that Hell never betray.
Jesus said to me, Its your gain and not your loss,
That I also took the same beatings on the cross,
What you didnt know, I suffered first for you.
So that you my son, now have less to cry about.
From that moment on I was never the same,
When I see my scars Im no longer ashamed.
That day in the lake, only Jesus was proclaimed,
Through Josephs life in my heart Hell remain.