* hanging in the balance * of a perfect finished plan * like every sparrow falling *
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.
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onward in my journey I come to understand
that every hair is numbered like every grain of sand.
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I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan,
like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.
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* B o b * D y l a n *