Emmylou Harris - Every Grain Of Sand lyrics
Emmylou Harris [Birmingham, Alabama, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Emmylou Harris - Every Grain Of Sand lyrics]
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 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
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 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