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Song ID
568124
Writers
Andrew Peterson & Ben Shive
Publishers
Jakedog Music
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25%
Jakedog Music
25%
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God of My Fathers
Andrew Peterson
Above These City Lights
God of My Fathers
Andrew Peterson
Counting Stars
God of My Fathers
Andrew Peterson
Counting Stars
God of My Fathers
Andrew Peterson
Counting Stars
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
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
And like my father's
I am looking for a home
I'm looking for a home
Beyond the sea
So be my God and guide me
Till I lie beneath these hills
And let the great God of my fathers
Be the great God of my children still
God of my grandfathers
Gone these many years now
Well 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 whoa
And like my fathers
I am looking for a home
I'm looking for a home
Beyond the sea
So be my God and guide me
Till I lie beneath these hills
And let the great God of my fathers
Be the great God of my children still yeah oh
So 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 father's
Be the great God of my children still
Oh whoa