Toe The Line

<br>(t. mccloud)<br><br><br>toe the line again to see how far<br>i can run and still see where You are<br>feel i`ve run this path a thousand years still ifall <br>these dirty feet calloused with the tread<br>and my eyes the eyes of dead men<br>running far enough from my salvation<br>but only far enough to dip my feet <br>{i am not pretending anymore <br>i am not at home <br>i am knocking at Your door<br>i am not at home, i am not at home, i am coming home}<br>toe the line again to see how far <br>i can run and still see where You are<br>knowing full well what this grace has cost... <br>seems this safety net`s not made of lace <br>but the flowing river of Your grace <br>and who am isome selfish kid <br>to abuse this perfect love You give <br>{chorus}