Andrew Peterson - God Of My Fathers lyrics

God of my fathers Huddled in the harbor Every man an ocean from his home Their captors could not keep them When they heard the drums of freedom The dream of a kingdom In a land they've never known And God of my fathers Strangers in this country Pilgrims on these dusty roads Across the great plains In the bellies of the steel trains To stake a new claim In that wilderness of hope Like my fathers I am looking for a home Looking for a home beyond the sea So be my God and guide me Till I lie beneath the hills Then let the great God of my fathers Be the great God of my children still God of my grandfathers Gone these many years now I guess they're shining like the sun And I envision them Grinning at the finish And they smile and they smile, 'Cause they love to see me run CHORUS Now we're counting stars and counting sand Little feet and little hands We're counting joys We pray you'll know them As you knew us when you wove us As you hold us Hold them, please hold them Like their father, they are looking for a home Looking for a home beyond the sea So be their God and guide them Till they lie beneath these hills And let the great God of their father Be the great God of their children, Let the great God of my fathers Be the great God of my children still