In Goshen’s land, they flourished well,

While famine still in silence fell.

Seed became tribe, and tribe became song,

As covenant roots grew deep and strong.

Jacob aged with full memory,

Of ladders climbed and blessings pulled.

A whisper stirred his fading breath:

“Do not bury me in death’s forget.”

“Swear by love, and not by ease.”

“Carry me to my fathers’ trees.”

 So, Joseph bowed, the oath was made,

Tender hope began to braid.

Then Jacob leaned on staff and soul,

Worshiped God, his only goal.

The promise is born through dream and strife,

Still living in his ending life.

© Unknown Christian