Bob Dylan - 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, in every grain of sand