The ancestresses of Jesus don’t get much notice in the Jesse Trees I’ve seen. But you can’t have Isaac without Sarah, or Jacob without Rebecca. You cannot have salvation history without women. So here are some of them, waiting for the Lord. Some from the Old Testament:

  All: Our children, lost or sent away
 to soothe a human wrath,
 are waiting.  Where?  We cannot say,
  but we would take that path
 to where it meets the farthest day.
 Our lives of aftermath:
 let them rewind, oh Lord, we pray
 with all the strength we have.
 
  Sarah: Let me find Isaac, hands unbound,
 and Hagar left alone.
 The sleepless nights in her I found--
 but you made me atone:
 my only child with tinder crowned,
 laid on the altar stone,
 altered by time on holy ground--
 God, give me back my own! 
 
 Rebecca: My darling Jacob set away;
 my Esau left as lord,
 and all the while I had to pay
 for my part in the fraud.
 I pulled the strings and had my way
 and lost what I had sought:
 my loves.  And now I seek the day
 we are together brought.
 
  Leah: By husband hated, by sons loved,
 I reveled in the pain
 my sister steeped in, yet I grieved
 with every son I gained.
 I was by father's sin betrothed;
 my husband's rage, my shame.
 My sons for my sake killers proved:
 Oh, God, remove our blame!
 
  Rachel: The shepherd of the spotted flock
 I wed in my delight,
 but maculate I found in shock
 the actors in our plight.
 My sister, husband, and--my God--
 myself: all, in my sight,
 by grief and sin both marred and marked.
 Oh, please, Lord, set us right!
 
  All: Our children burdened by our sin,
 our lineage disgraced:
 At nightfall, weeping entered in,
 and tears still stain our face.
 How long, oh Lord?  Look down again;
 raise up what we've abased.
 Give joy for all our days of pain;
 for all our faults, give grace. 

And here are some from the New Testament: Mary and Martha After Sending For Jesus

  Mary: Martha, he'll come.
 Martha:                            He must have heard by now,
           unless the message went astray.  It could.
           We could send more; let's do that anyhow,
           and know, at least, that we did all we should.
           But still--
 Mary:                 He'll come.  You'll see.
 Martha:                                                  I said, I know.
           But if he doesn't, what will we do then?
           If Lazarus--if he--if he should go--
           But no.  He won't.  Jesus will come by then.
           He will.  Won't he?
 Mary:                               He'll come.
 Martha:                                              I know.  I know!
           But why isn't our friend already here?
           We sent that message to him days ago!
           We've prayed and prayed, and he seems not to hear.
           Where is he?
 Mary:                      When his time has come, he'll come.
 And we will greet him, even from the tomb.