The  ———— Line

by Kenny Fedder

Life’s a journey between two dates, that’s carved into a stone.

My date of birth, the day I die, but I am not alone.

And looking at my headstone, by ones who held me dear

Will not view my life at all, just simply I was here.

Cause the line that goes from date to date, says nothing of my days,

The pain and struggles I went through and naught about the ways

I spent my time and talents or dreams I may have shared.

It seems to be a mystery about what things I cared.

Well I believe we strive to earn, the love we feel inside.

For doing what’s expected, gives self a taste of pride.

So what will they say about me, what stories will they tell?

Those times I helped the lowly, a woman at the well?

I believe Christ has expectations of how we learn and grow

And that should make a lasting affect, what kind of seed I sow.

For someday when that second date is added to my line

Will He say, well done my child, you used your gifts just fine?

Live “the line” He’s worthy of that serves the living God.

Be thankful for His loving hands, which guide the road you trod.