I also was reminded of this wonderful song by Andrew Peterson called God of My Fathers. The lyrics are here:
Every man an ocean from his home
Their captors could not keep them
When they heard the drums of freedom
They dream of a kingdom In a land they've never known
And God of my fathers, Strangers in this country
Pilgrims on these dusty roads
Across the great plains In the bellies of the steel trains
To stake a new claim In that wilderness of hope
Like my fathers I am looking for a home
Looking for a home beyond the sea
So be my God and guide me Till I lie beneath the hills
Then let the great God of my fathers Be the great God of my children still
God of my grandfathers
Gone these many years now I guess they're shining like the sun
And I envision them Grinning at the finish And they smile and they smile, 'Cause they love to see me run
Now we're counting stars and counting Little feet and little hands, We're counting joys
We pray you'll know them
As you knew us when you wove us
As you hold us Hold them, please hold them
Like their father, they are looking for a home, Looking for a home beyond the sea
So be their God and guide them Till they lie beneath these hills
And let the great God of their father Be the great God of their children,
Let the great God of my fathers Be the great God of my children still