Joseph, your princely coat of colors
is getting small now.
The father in a distant land
weeps over it's tatters
weeps over
the death of your dreams.
Joseph, weave a new coat, now.
Weave it large with hope
color it richly with
dreams that will be.
Dream, Joseph, dream
And the Father will weave.
Joseph,
Dream strong seams in your prince's coat;
rich colors, strong threads,
bind it with eternal dreams.
Joseph,
Your princely coat of colors
is shaping in the hands
of the Master Dream Weaver now.
Dream, Joseph, dream.
and the Father will weave.
Saturday, July 4,1987
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem