[Verse 1] How do I deserve The miracle of growing old Lord When I know I’ve stumbled Drifted off the narrow road I kept my pride like armor I kept my fist up to the sky Counted all my questions Never learned to ask You why [Chorus] But You still let my hands get wrinkled You still let my hair turn gray You trace mercy in my footsteps Even when I walk away If every year is undeserved And every breath is borrowed gold Teach me how to thank You For the miracle of growing old [Verse 2] I’ve broken more than promises Left some kindness undone I’ve wasted quiet mornings Chasing shadows Chasing the fun Yet sunrise keeps on finding me Like it doesn’t know my shame You sign my days with second chances Write Your grace beside my name [Chorus] And You still let my hands get wrinkled You still let my hair turn gray You trace mercy in my footsteps Even when I walk away If every year is undeserved And every breath is borrowed gold Teach me how to thank You For the miracle of growing old [Bridge] So take this tired Trembling heart (oh Lord) And what years I still may see I can’t earn what You keep giving But I can lay it at Your feet [Chorus] ’Cause You still let my hands get wrinkled You still let my hair turn gray You trace mercy in my footsteps Even when I walk away If every year is undeserved And every breath is borrowed gold Let my last day say “I knew You” That’s the miracle Of growing old The very miracle The miracle of growing old [whispered] Thank you Lord!
