Joseph: King of Dreams Page #4

# Will you teach me

# For you know

# Better than I

# You know the way

# I've let go

# The need to know why

# I'll take what answers

# You supply

# You know better

# Than I #

(Sighs)

Potiphar?

Pharaoh's butler

said you interpret dreams.

That is true. And?

Pharaoh is tortured by a dream.

None of his wise men can explain it.

I'm to bring you to the palace.

Potiphar?

It's good to see you again.

How could I

have allowed this to happen?

- My wife...

- I understand.

Let's go.

For the sake of Egypt,

relieve my suffering.

(Groans)

- Is this the one you spoke of?

- Yes, Excellency.

I'm told you merely need to hear

a dream and you can explain it.

Not me, Your Excellency.

The explanation comes from God.

None of my wise men or magicians,

none of my gods could help me.

What makes you think

your god is any different?

Tell me your dream, Pharaoh.

Every night it's the same.

I am standing by the Nile.

Seven healthy cows

graze peacefully on the banks.

(Thunderclap)

But then seven horrible,

sickly cows come from the same river,

the most wretched

I have ever seen in Egypt.

Suddenly they begin to devour

the healthy cattle,

and yet the cows remain

as sickly as before.

And then I wake up.

- Is there more?

- Yes. Another dream always follows.

Seven ears of grain, full and golden,

grow from a single stalk.

(Rumbling)

Suddenly, seven ears,

hardened and scorched,

spring up on the same stalk...

and swallow the seven good ears.

All that remains

are shrivelled grains unfit to eat...

and nothing else.

Well?

Pharaoh's dreams are one.

The healthy cows and ears of grain

are seven years of abundance.

The sickly cows

and the withered grain...

mean seven years of famine

will follow...

and destroy the land.

Egypt may not survive.

Can this be stopped?

What can be done?

You must find a man you can trust.

During the years of plenty,

have him collect one-fifth

of the grain from every field

and store it under guard.

Then, during the famine,

give it back to the people.

Potiphar, you trust this man?

With my life, Excellency.

(Crowd cheering)

(Crowd silences)

Through this man,

I have seen the future of Egypt.

And through his deeds,

we shall prosper.

(Crowd cheers)

I am giving him power over all Egypt.

Only Pharaoh will be greater.

You shall call him Tzafenat Paneah.

The God speaks and He lives.

(Crowd cheering)

Tzafenat Paneah! Tzafenat Paneah!

- (Miaows)

- Hey.

Kia, come back here. Hmm.

(Joseph clears throat)

(Gasps)

Tzafenat Paneah.

Joseph.

(Cheering)

# A single voice

# Is joined by multitudes in song

# With every verse

# They're finding harmonies

that rise to Heaven

- # Sure and strong

- (Asenath) Hey.

- We've come to help.

- # Richer and richer

- # The soil on which they thrive

- Great.

# Higher and higher

# A hymn of what it means to be alive

# You've got to give

a little more than you take

# You've got to leave

a little more than was here

# You may be prideful

of the strides you will make

# But keep one thing clear

# You're just a player

in a much bigger plan

# And still you have

to give it all that you can

# The very measure

of your soul is at stake

# You've got to give

a little more than you take

(Woman) # The seasons fly

# A man stands where a boy once stood

# His path unfolds

# And unafraid he walks in service

# Of a greater good

(Both) # Deeper and deeper

the lessons he has known

# Over and over

# The message

he is surely being shown

# You've got to give

a little more than you take

# You've got to leave

a little more than was here

# You may be prideful

of the strides you will make

# But keep one thing clear

# You're just a player

in a much bigger plan

# And still you have

to give it all that you can

# The very measure

of your soul is at stake

# You've got to give

a little more than you take

# The very measure

of your soul is at stake

# You've got to give

a little more than you take #

(Wind whistles)

(Cawing)

(Straining)

Next. How many in your family?

- Five.

- Five.

Thank you, my lord.

(Potiphar) Next, please.

- A long life for you, Excellency.

- And for you.

Ah, here's a responsible young man.

- How many in your family?

- Four, my lord.

Very good.

- Hi there. What's your name?

- Menna.

And this is my sister Nyla.

I'm looking after her.

- Are you here for some grain too?

- (Gasps)

(Laughs)

- Thank you!

- Bye!

(Cries out)

- Here you go.

- (Potiphar) Who's next?

We are, my lord.

- You are not Egyptian.

- No, sir.

My brothers and I

have travelled far, from Canaan.

- Joseph, what's wrong?

- Nothing.

Look at you. You're shaking.

I-it must be the sun. I'll be fine.

(Judah) Our families are hungry.

You haven't contributed

to our supply.

We don't ask for charity.

We'll pay you with silver.

(Potiphar) How many are there?

our father and youngest brother.

- (Gasps)

- (Potiphar) Give them...

(Joseph) Nothing!

for grain, no ties to Egypt.

Are you thieves, hoping to see

where we store our grain?

I don't know what you are,

but I don't believe your story.

Your Excellency,

everything we say is true.

Prove it!

Produce this youngest brother.

- But what would that prove?

- That you're not lying.

If it's the truth,

I'll let you buy grain.

Till then, arrest this one!

- (Gasps)

- Until you produce this brother.

- Take him.

- (Grunting)

- (All shouting)

- Stop!

- Judah, help me!

- (Guard) No!

- (Simeon) No! No! No!

- (Guard) Let's go.

(Door slams)

Joseph, what are you doing?

They're only feeding their families.

They're thieves,

here to steal our grain.

They needed food and they would pay.

How can you say they're thieves?

They've done nothing to you.

(Scoffs)

Nothing?

(Sighs)

- They're my brothers.

- What?

They sold me.

They sold me into slavery.

They took me away from my home.

I never got

to say goodbye to my mother.

I never got

to see my father grow old.

Joseph, I... I didn't know.

You're here now. You have a home,

a wife who loves you,

everything you could want.

No. Not everything.

I thought you learned something

in that cell.

Remember when

I would bring food to you?

Yes. It kept me going.

(Simeon) Hey! You won't keep me here.

My brothers will come for me.

(Echoing) My brothers will come...

Joseph.

# How long must there be anger here

# Before we can rejoice

# Embracing love instead of fear

# Is but a simple choice

# It's hard for me to see you fall

# So bitter and so blind

# When the truest nature of us all

# Invites us to be kind

# Bloom, bloom, may you know

# The wisdom only time breeds

# There's room, bloom and you'll grow

# To follow where your heart leads

# Bloom and may you live

# The way your life was meant to be

# There's room,

bloom and forgive... #

Tzafenat Paneah...

The family of Canaanites...

They've returned.

Thank you.

Maybe they've suffered

these last 20 years as well.

- Maybe they've changed.

- No.

I don't think so.

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