From Rome in 2003, here is Bob Dylan performing his 1981 song Every Grain of Sand. Click here to go to directly to YouTube or view the embedded version below.

As many were no doubt reminded in sermons this morning, it’s hard in the merciless world in which we live to really retain confidence that every hair is numbered, and that the Master’s hand both moves and stills each leaf that trembles. The “bitter dance of loneliness” and the “broken mirror of innocence,” on the other hand — those things are easy enough to see and to feel. But those who struggle to be believers have to struggle also not to turn a deaf or cynical ear to the reassurances we daily receive that we are not alone and not abandoned, and that the God who hears the cries of the anguished will one day wipe away each tear, and that, in some way which remains a mystery to us today, has already set things right for all eternity. Those reassurances come in an endless variety of ways, and one of them, to be sure, could be by hearing a song as sublime as this one, given to a poor human being to sing.

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 a perfect finished plan
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

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