God Of My Fathers - Andrew Peterson

God of my father’s

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 father’s

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 father’s

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 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 father’s

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