In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and the morals of despair
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beams down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I'll always hear my name
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
When the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and the morals of despair
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beams down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I'll always hear my name
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
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"Every Grain Of Sand" as written by Bob Dylan
Lyrics © BOB DYLAN MUSIC OBO SPECIAL RIDER MUSIC
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139:2 Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou
understandest my thought afar off.
139:3 Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted
with all my ways.
139:4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou
knowest it altogether.
139:5 Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon
me.
139:6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot
attain unto it.
139:7 Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from
thy presence?
139:8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in
hell, behold, thou art there.
139:9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost
parts of the sea;
139:10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall
hold me.
139:11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night
shall be light about me.
139:12 Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth
as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.
139:13 For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my
mother's womb.
139:14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made:
marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
139:15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret,
and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
139:16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in
thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were
fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
139:17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is
the sum of them!
139:18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand:
when I awake, I am still with thee.
139:19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me
therefore, ye bloody men.
139:20 For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take
thy name in vain.
139:21 Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I
grieved with those that rise up against thee?
139:22 I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.
Psalm 139
139:23 Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my
thoughts:
139:24 And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the
way everlasting.