I am a faith, ancient and true, With a rich history, known to few. Born in the land of Abraham, My followers spread across the land.

My sacred text, a guide for all, With laws and stories, both big and small. From Moses’ tablets, to prophets’ words, Wisdom and guidance, my people have heard.

On Shabbat, I rest and pray, In synagogues, we gather and say, Our customs and rituals, passed through time, A bond that unites, a spiritual climb.

I celebrate Passover, a tale of freedom, With matzah and wine, we remember the kingdom, Of Pharaoh’s oppression, and our Exodus, A journey to freedom, a promise discussed.

Who am I, this faith so old? A puzzle to solve, a story untold. Look to the Torah, the answer you’ll find, A riddle of Judaism, for those inclined.