the line

I keep a Close Watch on This Heart Of Mine
I Keep my Eyes wide open all The Time
I Keep The Ends Out for The Tie That Binds
Because your Mine
I Walk The Line

I Find It Very Very Easy To Be True
I Find Myself Alone When The Day Is Through
Yes, I'll Admit That I'm A fool For You
Because Your Mine I walk The Line
As Sure as Night Is Dark And Day Is Light
I Keep You On My Mind Both Day And Night
And Happiness I've Known Proves That It's Right
Because Your Mine I Walk The Line

You've Got A Way To Keep Me On your Side
You Give Me Cause For Love That I Can't Hide
For You I Know I'd Even Try To Turn The Tide
Because Your Mine I Walk The Line

I Keep A Close Watch On This Heart Of Mine
I Keep My Eyes Wide Open All The Time
I Keep The Ends Out For The Tie That Binds
Because Your Mine I Walk The Line





there is a line.





most of the time we are not close enough to see it but it is there.





our words may not mention it but it is there.





we walk it so easily, make mention of it in our prayers. all the while, we fear it.





as long as the issue is nameless, as long as the perpetrator is faceless all is well.





the line is huge now. names and faces are all along it. familiar faces.





i remember jesus writing some stuff on a line in the sand. the harlotte was not behind bars though. she was with him.





is this different?





how can I stand on one side and talk across to the other? do i encourage others to do the same.





truth is, sooner or later, all this becomes a memory. sometimes a purposeful memory. we want it to fade away...quitely.





the line.





johnny walked it in one way.





i struggle to walk it here.





for his sake and mine.