For just 70 people, I was born.

For just 70 people, I was beloved of my Father.

For just 70 people, I told on my Brothers every move to my Father.

For just 70 people, I earned the wrath of my Brothers and Family.

For just 70 People, my own blood sold me as a slave.

For just 70 people, I was accused of attempted rape.

For just 70 people, I was imprisoned.

For just 70 people, I interpreted dreams for two of the King’s valued staff.

For just 70 people, the King had a dream, and no one could interpret it.

For just 70 people, I was summoned before the King.

For just 70 people, I interpreted the King’s dream.

For just 70 people, the King honoured me.

For just 70 people, I was second only to the King in the whole land.

For just 70 people, God sent me ahead to prepare a place for them.

For just 70 people, I went through all these because of God’s promise to my Great grand Father.

For just 70 people, which in the real sense, was not really about the 70 people, but about you.

For just 70 people, which in our eyes seems a small number, but in God, the Master’s eyes, it’s the infinite number of people who will be saved.

For just 70 people, I was named Joseph son of Jacob, the son of Issac, the son of Abraham.

 

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