Joseph: A Journey of Virtue
*A Dramatic Reading in Four Movements*
**Movement
I: The Dreamer**
(Reader
with soft conviction)
He was
just a boy…
A
shepherd in a coat dipped in dreams, woven by love and colored with
promise.
He saw
the stars bow low,
The
sheaves lean toward him—
Visions
too great for the valley he lived in.
But
dreams, when spoken aloud,
Can stir
envy.
And so,
betrayed by blood…
Stripped
of color…
Lowered
into a pit—
Not by
enemies,
But by
brothers.
**Pause**
(Reader
lowers voice)
Sold.
Gone.
Forgotten…?
No.
Because
the dreamer was never alone.
**Movement
II: The Tested**
(Reader
growing in intensity)
Into
Egypt he came not as a prince—
But a
slave in chains.
Yet
there, Joseph wore integrity like a robe—
Brighter
than any his father gave.
He fled
from temptation’s claw
With
virtue burning brighter than desire.
But even
the innocent may fall into the prison of lies.
And so…
he waited.
In
darkness.
Forgotten
again.
Yet in
the silence…
Faith
did not wither.
Character
grew stronger.
And the
dream?
It
lived—hidden in the hands of God.
**Movement
III: The Rise**
(Reader
with rising tempo and awe)
From
prison to palace—
From
chains to robes once more.
God did
not forget the dream.
He
exalted the humble,
And
turned famine into favor.
The boy
despised became the man trusted.
The
slave became the savior of nations.
But the
test was not power—
The
test… was forgiveness.
For
before him stood the very brothers
Who once
tossed him into darkness.
And
Joseph—oh, Joseph!—chose mercy over revenge,
Tears
over bitterness,
Grace
over justice.
He
wept.
They
wept.
He
said:
“You
meant it for evil…
but God
meant it for good.”
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**Movement
IV: The Glory**
(Reader
slows, solemn and reverent)
And so
the dream was never really about grain or glory…
It was
about **God’s providence**, stitched through pain.
About a
boy who grew into a man of **steadfast virtue**,
Whose
every trial shaped him,
Polished
him,
Positioned
him.
Joseph
did not rise because he dreamed,
He rose
because he was faithful in every season.
*Let all
who hear remember:*
Though
pits are dark, prisons long,
And
betrayal bitter—
*God
never wastes a trial.*
He is
writing glory through grief,
Redemption
through suffering,
And awe
through every ending.
**And
the dreamer’s God?
He still
reigns.**
Tis could be a group of teens with
parts.
Or one solo reading – memorized is
best with emotion.
But reading it solo or as a group with
emotion will still be good.
Susan Y Nikitenko June 17th 2025© - Dramatic Reading (with music is best)
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