Every Grain of Sand Emmylou Harris
[Db]In the time of my [Bbm]confession, in the [Db]hour of my deepest [Bbm]need
When the [Db]pool of tears [Bbm]beneath my feet flood [Ab]every[Absus] newborn[Ab] seed
There's a [Db]dyin' voice [Bbm]within me [Db]reaching out some[Bbm]where,
[Db]Toiling in the [Bbm]danger and in [Ab]the mora[Asusb]ls of d[Ab]espair.
Don't have the in[Ab7]clination to look b[Db]ack on any mist[Ab]ake,
Like Cain, I now [Ab7]behold this chain of e[Db]vents that I must br[Ab]eak.
In the [Db]fury of the m[Bbm]oment I can [Db]see the Master's h[Bbm]and
In ev[Db]ery leaf that t[Bbm]rembles and, [Ab]in ever[Absus]y grain of [Db]sand.
[Db]Oh, the flowers of [Bbm]indulgence and the [Db]weeds of yester[Bbm]year,
[Db]Like criminals, they have [Bbm]choked the breath of c[Ab]onscience[Absus] and good
[Db]The sun beat down [Bbm]upon the steps of [Db]time to light the [Bbm]way
To[Db] ease the pain of [Bbm]idleness and the [Ab]memory[Absus] of dec[Ab]ay.
[Ab]I gaze into the [Ab7]doorway of [Db]temptation's angry [Ab]flame
[Ab]And every time I[Ab7] pass that way I [Db]always hear my [Ab]name.
Then[Db] onward in my [Bbm]journey I [Db]come to unde[Bbm]rstand
[Db]That every hair is [Bbm]numbered like [Ab]every grain of [Db]sand.
[Db]I have gone from rags to [Bbm]riches in the [Db]sorrow of the[Bbm] night
[Db]In the violence of a [Bbm]summer's dream, in the c[Ab]hill of[Absus] a wintry[Ab] light,
In the [Db]bitter dance of [Bbm]loneliness [Db]fading into [Bbm]space,
In the [Db]broken mirror of [Bbm]innocence on [Ab]each [Absus]forgotten[Ab] face.
[Ab]I hear the ancient [Ab7]footsteps like the [Db]motion of the[Ab] sea
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Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
[Db]I am hanging in the [Bbm]balance of a [Db]perfect finished [Bbm]plan
Like e[Db]very sparrow [Bbm]falling, like [Ab]every grain of s[Db]and