Upon the land where Jacob dwelled,

A tale of longing, fierce and swelled.

Two sisters bound by fate’s decree,

Yet hearts entwined in rivalry.

Rachel wept, her arms so bare,

A silent prayer upon the air.

Leah stood, though love was faint,

Her children marked her soul’s complaint.

Through toil and trade, the flock was grown, By wisdom’s hand, the seeds were sown.

Yet beyond the strife, the schemes, the pain, God’s hand still moved,

His will remained.

A nation birthed from fractured hearts,

Each life a thread, a woven part.

In trials deep and blessings bright,

His promises endured the night.