[Verse 1] He was young and full of daydreams, father’s favorite, shining bright, Wore a coat of many colors like a banner in the light. Brothers watched him from a distance, saw the way their father stared, Every thread upon that jacket felt like proof they weren’t as cared. Joseph told them of his visions, sheaves of grain that bowed down low, Stars and sun and moon all kneeling in his midnight, dreaming glow. Every word like gasoline on the fire in their veins, Till they plotted in the silence how to cut him from their chain. [Chorus] There’s a coat in the dust, Crimson stains on broken sleeves, Slow blues of a brother Every family still grieves. When the jealousy runs deeper Than the blood that ties your name, You can sell your own tomorrow For a handful of cheap change. [Verse 2] They caught him wandering toward them, sent by father’s simple trust, Ripped that garment from his shoulders, threw him trembling in the dust. Some said, “Kill him, end this nightmare,” others, “No, don’t stain our hands, Let’s just throw him in this cistern, let the desert take its stand.” But when traders came like shadows, with their camels and their gold, Judah said, “Why let him perish? Let us sell, not leave him cold.” Silver coins for flesh and brother, twenty pieces for a life, Joseph dragged away in chainsong, heart cut open like a knife. [Chorus] There’s a coat in the dust, Crimson stains on broken sleeves, Slow blues of a brother Every family still grieves. They dipped fabric in a goat’s blood, Took it home with practiced cries, While their father’s mourning wail Filled the shoreline of the skies. [Bridge] In every household, every history, There’s a wound with family’s name, Words and choices made in anger, Secrets soaked in quiet shame. We may think we’ve pushed them downward, Sold them off and walked away, But the God who walks with Joseph Still can rewrite what we’ve betrayed. [Verse 3] Now I’m staring at my own coat, all the colors of my days, Times I’ve boasted about favor, stirred up envy with my ways. Times I’ve been like jealous brothers, wishing harm with smiling face, Times I’ve lied to hide my sinning, dipped my conscience in disgrace. Yet the same God in that desert watched the caravan roll by, Hold the dreams He’d given Joseph, saw the tears in father’s eye. He can take the deepest treason, turn it into seeds of light, He can start a saving story in the darkest family night. [Chorus] There’s still coats in the dust, Still some blood upon the sleeves, Slow blues of broken houses Where forgiveness rarely breathes. But the Author of the Joseph tale Can heal what we have sold, Turn the prison of our hatred Into mercy bright and bold. [Outro] So I lay down my offenses, All the jealous thoughts I’ve nursed, Ask the God of every Joseph To break in before the worst. May He guard the ones I envy, May He soften what I feel, Till my hands no longer traffic In the trade of bitter deals.
