F Dm/f F Dm/f In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need F Dm/f C Csus4 C When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed F Dm/f F Dm/f There's a dyin' voice within me reaching out somewhere, F Dm/f C Csus4 C Toiling in the danger and in the morals of despair. Don't F Dm/f F Dm/f In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand F Dm/f C F In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand. Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear, Li (xguitar.com)