I Am No Joseph.
Yet, I know his Pain.
Cast down a Pit.
To Attain Heavenly Fame.
Who asked for this?
My Name on His List.
One of the 'Chosen Few'
Which one of us knew?
I sent out a Call Before.
I knocked at His Door.
He heard Me Speedily,
'Twas Blind Now I See.
He Changed My Attire
Peace and Love Desire
Wisdom's Robe Fine Lace
'From The Pit To Palace'
By...
His... 'Favor & Grace'
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THE GIFT a.k.a. Singleton M. Tate
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