[Intro]
I am not sick I am not frail
I need no supernatural crutch
And if and when all hope might fail
I need no dusty double-dutch
[Chorus]
So teach us to number our days,
that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom
Perhaps there is a god of sorts
A heaven too for good - and bad
Why waste the day with morbid thoughts?
All life to live and render glad
[Chorus]
So teach us to number our days,
that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom
Besides I doubt that it be true
The everlasting glory thing
I need more time to think it through
But where to start - and who to ring?
[Chorus]
So teach us to number our days,
that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom
I heard that faith no man can find
But asking may the Lord bestow
His grace to open every mind
His love to make the hard heart know
[Chorus]
So teach us to number our days,
that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom
When death comes calling maybe then
Will be the time for me to seek
And mark that gospel with a pen
For prayer (and counting) with the meek
[Chorus]
So teach us to number our days,
that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom
[Chorus]
So teach us to number our days,
that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom
[Outro]
