Walking the Line of Grace

The sun comes up, paints the fields in gold. Boots hit the

dirt. The day's tales unfold. Every step I take,

there's a whisper near. A quiet voice says, "Walk without fear."

It's a crooked road, but I found my way with a little

faith and a lot to say. I'm living life, but I'm keeping

it godly. Hands in the soil. Heart set on the holy.

The world may call, but I know my place. I walk the

line, the line of grace. Church bell rings through the Sunday