Jacob was a well digger, bringing water for all to see,
Offering freely to those who thirsted, the gift of eternity.

With each well he carved, his name was sown,
In the desert lands where life had grown.

Jacob’s wells stood as symbols of grace,
Quenching souls in a dry, weary place.

For through his hands, God’s love would flow,
Living waters for hearts to know.

Jacob’s name became an echo, vast and strong,
Through the wells he dug, his legacy long.

And still they remind us, deep and true,
God’s love flows freely, for me and you.

Created by
MarkWaldrop