When Joseph's brothers sold him into slavery
When he was falsely accused and thrown into jail
When days turned to weeks and months and years
And all he saw was time and life slipping away
The dreams he dreamt, the designs he envisioned
The hopes he held, each cut to pieces
Each piece trimmed with every passing day
Beyond recognition becoming a shadow
Until one day from Pharao's throne he looked up and saw 
Those brothers who scorned him, the brothers who sold him
Brought low to their knees, returned from a dormant dream
And the work of grace in his heart let him see from that throne
They meant it for evil, God meant it for good
Each piece that was shattered each piece that was trimmed
All part of a greater and grander design
The work of mercy, the work of grace, the work love
By skillful hands who work together all things for good
For the good of those who love Him, of those He's called
For the good of those He loves, for whom He died that they may live