Inspired by Genesis 49 and the legacy of faith

In fields where fathers sleep in peace, where covenant roots run deep, we walk the path of sacred names and sow the prayers they keep.

Not lost, but gathered, one by one, like stars in twilight skies, their stories echo through the dust, their blessings never die.

So let us rest, not in despair, but in the hope, they knew: That every step, though worn and slow, Still leads us back to You.

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