The Rise of Yehuda

He was born the fourth in line, No crown placed on his name. Charisma burned

inside him, But he didn’t know its flame. A younger lad with promise,

But no compass yet to guide— When Yosef lay there in the pit, He chose the safer

side. He feared his brothers’ fury, He feared his father’s pain,

He feared the fate of choosing wrong And bearing all the blame. So he sold instead

of saving, Let another take the fall— A leader in the shadows,

Not yet ready for the call. But truth finds every wanderer, And God finds every

man. The turning point is courage, The moment fate demands.