Derek Webb, “Every Grain of Sand"

The song makes me think of my Heavenly Father, whom I haven’t got too much time to talk to for quite a while.  Sometimes I wonder, if He is still willing to listen after I decide not going back to church to be confused by lots of things there.  The only thing I know is that He is inspiring and confusing, manifest and mysterious, always doing things beyond  my imaginations.  Whenever there is people got killed with unreasonable causes, I will wonder where He is, or why He wants to see things like that to happen.  I don’t have enough doubts to forsake everything.  I still want to believe.

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

I 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 leaves of yesteryear

Like criminals, they have choked 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 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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Living at the corner of the (Third) world, the blogger herself is still in the middle of experiencing the wonder (or shock) of life. 太平洋的小島上的一位無名人氏。至今仍然在體驗生命中的各樣驚奇(或驚嚇)。

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