Every Grain of Sand - Live at Civic Center Theatre, Lakeland, FL - November 21, 1981

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 dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere
 Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair
 I 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
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 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 times it's only me
 Then onward in my calling, I come to understand
 Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand