Numbers In the wilderness of Sinai, where the desert winds blow cold God commanded Moses, take a census, young and old Twelve tribes of Israel, marching under banners high A people born from promise, beneath the desert sky From Sinai to Kadesh, they wandered forty years Complaining in their tents, consumed by doubt and fears The spies returned with terror from the giants in the land Ten hearts filled with fear — but two stood with faith in hand Through the wilderness we wander, through the fire and the sand Counting every soul, beneath the Lord’s almighty hand Cloud by day and fire by night, He leads us through the years In the Book of Numbers, faith is tested through our tears Miriam spoke against her brother, leprosy took its toll Aaron’s rod it blossomed, proving God was in control The earth it swallowed rebels, the bronze snake healed the bite Water flowed from rock again, in the desert dry and white Forty years of wandering till the old ones passed away A new generation rising, ready for the coming day Balaam tried to curse them, but blessings left his tongue For the Lord stood with His people, and their victory had begun Through the wilderness we wander, through the fire and the sand Counting every soul, beneath the Lord’s almighty hand Cloud by day and fire by night, He leads us through the years In the Book of Numbers, faith is tested through our tears Through the wilderness we wander, through the fire and the sand Counting every soul, beneath the Lord’s almighty hand Cloud by day and fire by night, He leads us through the years In the Book of Numbers, faith is tested through our tears
