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A census taken, a count anew,
Generations numbered, a faithful view.
The Promised Land, they soon would claim,
God's covenant, their rightful aim.
The tribes of Israel, a chosen race,
Counted and named, in God's embrace.
From old to young, they all were seen,
A new generation, a future keen.
God's faithfulness, from age to age,
His promises sure, an eternal gauge.
Numbers Chapter 26, a record kept,
Generations counted, as God's plan crept.
In God's hands, our lives are held,
Each one counted, His love upheld.
For in His grace, we find our place,
A part of His story, by His grace.