Testo Every grain of sand Blind Boys Of Alabama

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 force within me
Reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger
And the morals of despair

I don't have the inclination
To look back on any mistake
Like Cain I now behold a chain
Of events that I must break

In the fury of the moment
I can see the master's hand
And every leaf tat trembles
And every grain of sand

All the flowers of indulgence
And the weeds of yester year
Like criminals, they helped choke 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'll 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 wintery light

In the bitter dance of loneliness
Fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence
Of each forgotten race

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'm hanging in the balance
Of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling
Like every grain of sand