Toe The Line

Toe the line again to see how far

I can run and still see where You are

Feel I've run this path a thousand years still I fall

These dirty feet calloused with the tread

And my eyes the eyes of dead men

Running far enough from my salvation

But only far enough to dip my feet

(I am not pretending anymore

I am not at home

I am knocking at Your door

I am not at home, I am not at home, I am coming home)

Toe the line again to see how far

I can run and still see where You are

Knowing full well what this grace has cost...

Seems this safety net's not made of lace

But the flowing river of Your grace

And who am isome selfish kid

To abuse this perfect love You give