Teach Me to Number My Days
Teach me to number my days, oh Lord.
Time flies by, they say.
My heart is full like an ocean tide—
I can’t keep the tears at bay.
I think about the blessings You’ve given me,
The life undeserved, Your gifts.
I cannot fathom Your goodness, Lord;
Your praises spring forth from my lips.
Why are You good to me, oh God of all time?
What have I done to be noticed by You?
Not a thing—and that’s the thing—
There’s not a thing I can do.
Nothing I do can earn Your love
Because You give it freely to me.
You love me because You are Love;
It’s simply Your nature, indeed.
Your goodness surrounds me,
My heart is full.
How could it ever be?
That a God like You cares for a girl like me,
So small in the scheme of things.
But You have a purpose,
You have a plan;
And somehow I am a part.
You created me, destined me, called me by name,
And along Your road I embark.
Tomorrow’s my mystery,
Today is a gift from above.
Teach me, oh God, to number my days,
And to live each one in Your love.