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EADGBe ++++++ Gmaj7 320002 Asus4 x02230 A9sus4 x05430 capo 1st fret
In the Dtime of my cGmaj7onfession, in the Dhour of my deepest Gmaj7need When the Dpool of tears beGmaj7neath my feet Aflood every Asus4newborn Aseed There's a Ddyin' voice Gmaj7within me Dreaching out Gmaj7somewhere, DToiling in the Gmaj7danger and in the Amorals Asus4of despAair.
Don't have the incliA7nation to look Dback on any Amistake, Like Cain, I now A7behold this chain of eDvents that I must Abreak. G In the fDury of the Gmaj7moment I can Dsee the Master's Gmaj7hand In eDvery leaf that Gmaj7trembles, in Aevery A9sus4grain of Dsand.
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds 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.