Number Our Days | PG Songs

Number Our Days From My Times Are in Thy Hand Listen and read the lyrics: https://pgsongs.com/my-times-are-in-t... There are pencil marks on the kitchen doorframe Where we stood the children by the wall Laid a book across the top of their heads And wrote their names and saw how tall And the marks climbed up through every summer Like a vine along a rail Then a summer came without a mark And the last one is the one that tells the tale So teach us to number our days Teach us to number our days As the grass in the morning As the flower of the field Teach us to number our days That our hearts may be wise And the mercy of the Lord Is from everlasting to everlasting Now the house is quiet in the evening And the doorframe needs a coat of paint But I can't bring myself to cover them All those little lines so small and faint And the days of man are numbered And the bounds of man are set But the One who holds the pencil Has not forgotten any of them yet So teach us to number our days Teach us to number our days As the grass in the morning As the flower of the field Teach us to number our days That our hearts may be wise And the mercy of the Lord Is from everlasting to everlasting Unto children's children Unto children's children