9/23 Counting Sacred Days

Morning comes and evening fades

Work begins and worry stays

Cycles turn without an end

All is passing like the wind

Teach me

to number my days

Teach me

to walk in Your ways

When everything passes away

Lord, You remain

Hands were made for work

Not endless striving Learning in the quiet

To let go and receive

Who then is this?

Jesus is the Way,

the Truth,

and the Life

Lord,

prosper the work of my

hands But first, shape the heart behind them