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 dyin' 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
 And 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 times it's only me
 I am hanging in the balance
 Of a perfect finished plan
 Like every sparrow falling
 Like every grain of sand