Forty years in the dust and the sand
Counting tribes counting stars counting grains in my hand
Twelve banners raised twelve paths we planned
But the promised land felt like a distant strand
Manna fell but the hunger stayed
Thirsting for more than the desert's parade
The sun burned down but we stood unafraid
With every step another prayer we prayed
Snakes in the camp rebellion in the air
Golden idols shining we forgot who cared
Spies came back ten said despair
But two saw the fruit and the land so fair
Cloud by day fire by night
Still we wandered blind chasing the light
Lessons carved deep wrongs and rights
The numbers grew thin but we kept up the fight
We count the days we count the nights
We count the blessings we count the fights
Through the curses through the strain
Still we march through the promised plain
Count the trials count the tears
Count the hope across the years
Every step every command
Leads us closer to the promised land
This is Numbers
Forty years in the dust we roam
Grumbling mouths and hearts of stone
Mànna falls but we want more
Freedom tasted bitter oh the score
Snakes slither where the whispers grew
Bronze serpent lifted a cure in view
Look up they said to save your breath
Faith fights harder than the sting of death
Balaam rode with his eyes shut tight
Donkey saw the angel glowing bright
Gold in pockets greed in his chest
God flipped the script put him to the test
Balak called for curses wanted a war
But blessings fell couldn't shut that door
When God speaks no man can twist
The rebel falls the faithful persist
Pillars of fire clouds of grace
Still we doubted lost our place
Rebel hearts they break and burn
Lessons hard the tables turn
Faith is fire obedience gold
Redemption waits for the bold
This is Numbers
Forty days forty nights dust in my lungs
Sand whispers secrets the journey's begun
Every step feels heavy every path unknown
The wilderness ain't empty it's where seeds are sown
Lost and found in circles we spin
The promised land ain't out it's within
Manna falls but my hunger remains
Lessons in lack like gold from the pain
A pillar of fire a cloud in the sky
Guiding my heart when I can't see why
I wrestle the fear I wrestle the sin
The promised land ain't out it's within
Wilderness walk I'm finding my way
Through shadows and doubts I stumble I pray
Wilderness talk the silence is loud
But I rise from the dirt wear struggle like a crown
This is Numbers
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