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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