They came with Jacob, name by name, Twelve sons beneath a father’s flame. Reuben, Simeon, Levi, Judah, each a seed in Egypt’s soil.
Seventy souls, a sacred start, carried by grace, held in God’s heart. Joseph was waiting, already known, A dream fulfilled, though far from home.
The years rolled on, the fathers died, yet promise lived, it multiplied. From tents to towns, from few to many, God’s hand was there in every penny.
They grew in number, strength, and might, A people rising in the night. Though Pharaoh’s eyes had yet to see, this was the birth of destiny.
No trumpet blew, no crown was worn, but in that land, a nation born. From family roots to branches wide, God’s covenant would not subside.