Every Grain Of Sand Lyrics

In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest needWhen the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seedThere's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere,Toiling in the danger and i nthe 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 handIn 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 wayTo ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay.I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flameAnd every time I pass that way I always hear my name.Then onward in my journey I come to understandThat every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the nightIn 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 seaSometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.I am hanging in the balance of the reality of manLike every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.