Every grain of sand

Bob Dylan has been back in the news  with a new album and tour.  The familiar  opinions are voiced about him being what many describe as  some sort of caricature of his former self- yet Dylan has always been the classic unfinished artist. Just when you think you have locked him down, he surprises  you with a change of direction musically. The song I want to share with you today is decades old and comes from his album Shot of Love.I love this song because it is beautiful, gentle, challenging, lyrically profound, desperate. It  tells the story of an unfinished Christian struggling to get to grips with the full implication of the truth he believes. It tells the story of someone focused on the path that moves him forward. A man with no time or inclination to look back on past mistakes or regrets  as anything more than a chain of events he must break. He is desperate to realise the full promise of a new life in Christ.

The sleeve notes quote from the Gospel of Matthew; “I thank thee, O Father, Lord of Heaven and Earth because thous hast hidden these things from the wise  and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes.”  As Dylan sings:

“Then onward in my journey, I come to understand that every hair is numbered  like  every grain of sand. I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the seas, sometimes I turn there’s someone there sometimes 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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