Near Hope's sunshine were dark looms of grey skies. Refusing to give in to thoughts feigned and realities real, he held tight to his belief and was sure he wasn't wasting his time. Though many cast a torn, and envy smeared the blues, not a flinch of his will could be traced
. In the pit, rejected and casted away, he knew he had just begun. The camel's back mustn't have been a pleasant fleet, but the journey had begun. Sold as a slave, he would do everything and anything to remain at his best; he wouldn't want destiny to meet him unprepared. He was loved, but lusted after. He had done nothing wrong, but he wouldn't accept the offer, and the bed of his master defile even though the consequences he could predict. Lies groomed, and soon enough, he had lost his seat of honor in his master's heart; blood mingled with guile and hatred now flowed. In prison, he opened his eyes but not a resemblance of the promise received, still he wouldn't trade his diligence. Soon enough he won his keeper's heart, but that was not a throne with purple and linen. Years had passed, experience encountered; a time was to kick off. The aisle was now coated in red; a king is now ready to be revealed. Joseph found the will to hold on a little longer.
Are you surrounded by fears? Is there a promise you've held on to so tight, and it's beginning to seem stale? Just hold on. The morning comes after the darkest night and after the storm is a clear blue. Just hold on!

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