The Swaddling Thread

Genesis 45:8 “So then, it was not you who sent me here, but God…” (NIV)*

Luca (Photo credit: dontshoot.me!)

Brothers, want to turn and run?

In his presence, you’re terrified.

That spoiled one you sold slave

Could very well have your hide.

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The news left you speechless,

As tension erupted tears.

Benjamin, safely embraced–

Has justice come after years?

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Culture disguised his resemblance

Egypt’s power sitting in hand.

Unmasked, he sheds uncontrolled

Flesh of your blood strand.

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He beckons across the chasm of truth

Will he push you in…retaliate?

Or will love construct a bridge,

Forgiving past and covering hate.

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 Joseph could have your head,

Yet pins your sin on God.

Not only does he untie the noose

He offers life on Egyptian sod.

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If it was God who sent Joseph away

Then it’s God who brings you now.

Only He could design events

To save your lives, somehow.

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Hindsight reveals purpose clear– 

To preserve family lines unbroken.

Divinity’s seed, divinely saved,

The swaddling thread stays woven.

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poem by Patty Perkins

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Genesis 45:7 “But God sent me ahead of you to preserve for you a remnant on earth and to save your lives by a great deliverance.” (NIV)*

*The One Year Bible, New International Version, copyright 1986, Tyndale House Publishing, Wheaton, Illinois.