Everyone has a line

Everyone has a line,

We may like to believe that we don't,

that we live in a world of our own making,

no line here, just freedom.

Until the line is crossed.

Then all hell breaks loose.

I take offence and so do you,

Retribution will surely follow.

Consider ghosting or, worse, unfollowing,

The cold shoulder

The putdown

The relationship broken.

If you cross my line

You'll know.

Everyone has a line,

Even people who don't believe in lines,

Swingers prefer not to be killed,

Even dealers have their codes.

God has lines too,

He put them in place for me and you,

When we cross them as we often do,

The relationship gets broken.

But he is not content

to leave us lost like ghosts,

He takes the lead

And crosses the line.

Stepping into our world

Innocent of crime

Putting his life

On the line

His line meets ours

Line for line

Becomes a cross

Our offences paid

By his lines,

we are healed

The Father lays on him

The offence of us all.

Another line stands open

Because of the empty tomb

An invitation to freedom

Because he covered all.

Everyone has a line

And everyone has a choice.

Your unspoken lines of freedom

Or his new line of life.