Every Grain Of Sand lyrics

Artist  : Bob Dylan 
Song : Every Grain Of Sand
 
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my
deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood
every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out
somewhere
Toiling in the danger and in 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 beat 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 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
time it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of
sand.