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Father to an infant,
then a boy to be a man.
He grew up with your protection,
your attention to God's plan.
You preserved His
mother's honor,
have a home to the pure one.
Taught your son your skill at woodwork,
this Nazarene and David's son.
He was subject. He
obeyed you -
taught a prayer "Thy will be done".
"Not my will" - in garden groaning.
His and Yahweh's will were one.
Joseph,
near and dear to Jesus,
hear me, guide me till I die.
May my deathbed be surrounded
by your family. Hear my cry.
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