You took an old man walkin by the sea
Waves and sand as far as he could see
Now count the grains of sand, that stretch across the land
Trust Me now, so shall your seed be
When evening fell You showed another sight
The wide black velvet canopy of night
Now number all the stars, as countless as they are
Your children shall outnumber all these lights
We are the stars, we are the sand
We are the promise that You made to Abraham
We are the seed, the white-robed throng
We are the children You had promised for so long
We are the sands, we are the stars
And one day You will hold the old man tight
And show him a parade all clothed in white
Hell ask You who they are, these lines that stretch so far
This crowd so vast theyre like a cloud of light
And You will say, The word I spoke was true
These are the countless heirs I promised you
I am the Great I Am, I sent the Perfect Lamb
Refined by fire, My grace has brought them through
Sands that bear Your footprint and glisten like the sun
We declare Your faithfulness, the wonders You have done
Stars that pierce the darkness and fill the endless sky
We proclaim to keep Your word, Your children testify
Gloria Gaither, Reba Rambo-McGuire and Dony McGuire
2017 Hanna Street Music (BMI) / Songs of Rambo McGuire (SESAC). All rights reserved. Used by permission.
