Escrita por Bob Dylan, foi gravada em Los Angeles em 4 de maio de 1981 e lançada em agosto de 1981, no disco Shot of love, o vigésimo primeiro disco de Bob. Foi produzida por Chuck Plotkin e Bob Dylan. Fala de Cristo, fé e espritualidade. Foi regravada por Emmyou Harris e Chrissie Hynde, entre outros artistas.
A letra:
In
the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the
pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed
There's a
dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger
and 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
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the
weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of
conscience and good cheer
The sun beams 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 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 the reality of
man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
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