In the beginning, God's own hand, Shaped the world, sea, sky, and land. From Pharaoh's grip, a nation freed, By Moses led, a people decreed Laws and rules, a sacred guide, For holy living, side by side. Counted tribes, through desert sand, A journey led, by God's command. Hear, O Israel, the Lord's decree, Love Him with all, eternally. Across the Jordan, brave and bold, A promised land, for stories told. Cycles of sin, and cries for grace, Deliverers rise, in time and space. Loyalty's bond, a love so deep, In fields of Boaz, promises to keep. A prophet's call, a king's first reign, Saul's rise and fall, through sun and rain. David's throne, both strong and true, A kingdom built, with God in view. Solomon's wisdom, a temple's grace, A kingdom's glory, in time and place Kingdom divided, prophets warn, Exile's shadow, a new dawn mourned. David's lineage, a kingly line, Worship restored, a sacred sign. Temple rebuilt, a nation's plea, Seeking God's face, for victory. Return from exile, walls arise, Rebuilding faith, beneath new skies. Walls restored, with watchful eye, Reforms enacted, reaching high. Courageous queen, a nation's fate, Against all odds, she seals their state. Suffering's depths, a righteous plea, Faith tested, for all to see. A song of hope, a cry of pain, In every verse, God's love remains. Wisdom's call, a guiding light, To choose the good, and do what's right. Meaning sought, under the sun, Wisdom's quest, until life's done. Love's sweet song, a joyful art, Hearts entwined, forever apart. A prophet's voice, a message clear, Of coming hope, dispelling fear. Weeping prophet, a nation's plight, Judgment foretold, in darkest night. Sorrow's song, a city's fall, Tears that stream, answering the call. Visions unfold, a prophet's stand, Dry bones awaken, across the land. Dreams and visions, kingdoms rise, Faith unwavering, reaching for the skies. Unfaithful love, a heart betrayed, Yet mercy beckons, a new path made. Locusts swarm, a land in pain, Repentance called, for cleansing rain. Justice sought, for rich and poor, A prophet's cry, forevermore. Edom's pride, a judgment nears, For brother's scorn, and selfish tears. Runaway prophet, swallowed whole, A second chance, to save a soul. Do justice, love, walk humbly still, God's simple plea, fulfill His will. Nineveh's doom, a city's fall, Vengeance declared, answering the call. Why do the wicked prosper so? Faith in the storm, a steady glow. Day of the Lord, a fiery test, Humble hearts find refuge and rest. Rebuild the temple, God commands, Honor His house, with willing hands. Visions of hope, a future bright, Messiah's coming, to bring the light. The final word, a promise kept, Prepare the way, for sins are swept. From dust to kings, a story told, Of covenants made, and hearts of old. Through prophets' words and mighty deeds, The Old Testament, plants holy seeds.