Joseph's brothers threw him down a well
then sold him as a slave,
yet when he held them in his power
he hugged, he blessed and he forgave.
"I am Joseph, your brother!"
was his heart-felt, sobbing cry.
Love is a torch
to lead you through the dark,
a high and sunlit place,
a clear and cloudless sky.
Stalin sat up late at night
marking victim's names off a list.
Was it really twenty million who fell
beneath his ruthless, crushing fist?
"Lest one of them threatens me," he thought,
"they all must surely die."
The merry-go-round slowly turns
with its choice of horses to ride,
cankerous beasts of revenge, resentment,
folly, heartache and murderous pride.
The Pilgrim Fathers fled to a new world
in search of religious liberty.
There they tried and hanged their brethren
for the "crime" of blasphemy.
"Such abomination," they declared,
"can in no way ever be spared."
The merry-go-round slowly turns
with its choice of horses to ride,
cankerous beasts of jealousy, bigotry,
hypocrisy, greed and murderous pride.
The Son of Man healed, taught and blessed,
freely giving, never counting the cost.
He was betrayed, ridiculed and flogged
and then cruelly nailed to a cross.
"Father, forgive them" were His words
before he bowed His head and died.
Love is a torch
to lead you through the dark,
a high and sunlit place,
a clear and cloudless sky.
