Numbered Days

V E R S E 1

G

He sat at the kitchen table,

Em

calendar open, pen in hand,

C

mapping out the next ten years

D

like he had that kind of plan.

G

Em

C

D

The mortgage, the promotion,

the savings finally getting there —

all the visible horizons

spread out like answers to a prayer.

P R E - C H O R U S

Am

C

But his daughter called him to the window —

"Daddy, come and see the light."

Am

Am

D

The sun was setting gold behind the water tower,

burning up the ordinary night.

C H O R U S

G

D

Em

C

Teach me to number my days,

lay my plans on the altar,

trade my grip on the temporary

for a heart that won't falter.

G

What I can see will all fade —

D

the calendar, the clutter,

Em

C D

G

but the things I cannot touch or name

will outlast every summer.

So teach me to number my days.

V E R S E 2

G

Em

C

D

He picked her up and held her,

watched the colors burn and thin,

felt the weight of her small body —

something holy pressing in.

G

Em

C

D

The spreadsheets and the deadlines

still waited where he left them there,

but the room had shifted somehow —

he could feel it in the air.

P R E - C H O R U S 2

Am

C

Am

D

She said, "I love you" like it cost her nothing,

like it was the easiest truth.

And he thought — this is the thing that doesn't perish,

this is something built to last beyond the roof.

C H O R U S

G

Teach me to number my days,

D

lay my plans on the altar,

Em

trade my grip on the temporary

C

for a heart that won't falter.

G

D

Em

C D

G

What I can see will all fade —

the calendar, the clutter,

but the things I cannot touch or name

will outlast every summer.

So teach me to number my days.

B R I D G E — V O I C E + G U I T A R O N LY

Em

We are grass in the morning,

Am

gone before the evening comes.

C

But the love that we give away

D

is the only thing that runs

Em

Am

past the borders of the visible,

past the end of what we know —

C

C

D

not the house, not the title,

just the seed of what we sow.

F I N A L C H O R U S — F U L L B A N D , S T R I N G S G

Teach me to number my days,

D

lay my plans on the altar,

Em

trade my grip on the temporary

C

for a heart that won't falter.

R I S E

G

What I can see will all fade —

D

the calendar, the clutter,

Em

but the things I cannot touch or name

C D

will outlast every summer.

G

So teach me to number my days.

O U T R O G

Em

— S L O W, Q U I E T

He set the calendar aside.

He held his daughter till the dark.

C

The things worth counting, worth remembering —

D G

they were always in his heart.