God breathed me into
Mom, and I came to life. Dad
Saw who I was, and
Said, “he’s Lord of all.”
The coat I wore, the priest, high
King, of my brothers,
But they would not be
Ruled, and so they sold me for
Twenty pieces of
Silver to merchants
Of Myrrh, they bloodied my
Coat with goat, and claimed
Mine as theirs. In prison
For my virtue, my friends the
Prisoners made, and
Then interpreted
The Emperor’s dream and saved
The empire. My sign
Was borne throughout the
Lands, and in the end, brothers
Bowed, gathered as one.
