The Line

God is our defender,
But we really don't believe it as we
stand in line...to buy a gun...
To defend ourselves.

We say we know the truth
As we turn our cheek to His command
To turn our cheek to our enemies
And take His hand.

Reading that He came in peace
To show us how to live a different way.
While we worship war,
And believe our enemies must pay.

He came to set us free!
There's a line between freedom and hypocrisy, I see.
Between justice that demands payment,
And a Father who requires trust
Because His Son...paid...it all.

But we'll just go on, shouting "Heaven is real!"
While we cower behind our guns,
Protecting this life at any cost.
Because we're afraid to die...are we still lost?

There's a fine line between righteous anger and fear
And that line is near...right here.
But like yellow tape surrounding a crime scene,
It's a line I am unwilling to cross.
Because...my line is...the Cross.