The Line (poem)
by Karl Sider

The Line

Drawing a line in the sand
Determining I will stand

Finding the masses unwilling to move
But raising a willing hand

Drawing a line in the sand
Finding the moment at hand

Willing to stand and be counted for Christ
Deciding to fight for the land

Drawing a line in the sand
Leaving the past behind

Reckoning life that rises from death
Will overcome when in the grind

Drawing a line in the sand
Worshipping without reserve

Willing to live not for my own gain
Erecting an altar with nerve

Drawing a line in the sand
Not minding if others may laugh

But seeing the need to overcome death
Will slay by the sword the riff raff

Drawing a line in the sand
Skillfully parting my lips

Carefully aiming God's sharp written word
And sinking the enemies' ships

Drawing a line in the sand
Not minding to lay down my life

For not till I die to all my quaint prides
Will I find my path through this strife


Drawing a line in the sand
Willing to cross all alone

Knowing that He that is in me has won
And already sits on His throne

Drawing a line in the sand
Don't passively sit on your butt

The banner is lifted we must move ahead
I'm going to give all I've got

Drawing a line in the sand
Willing to stick my neck out

Recognizing that a testimony
Is needed to put darkness out

Drawing a line the sand
Redeeming the time that's at hand

A new day is dawning upon this dark land
Let's rise to the challenge and stand