The Line

I looked and beheld such a great line
many I knew forward, and many behind
I watch and see one step into the chilly brine
and I looked - even more coming behind

But I counted and counted again
the number in front does further decline
in anguish I look again behind
more behind as passes the time

But lo! the number in front is fewer
dwindled by death - the pursuer
chased by the enemy - the accuser
and I look to Him - my rescuer

Be not afraid His voice so clear
as the line ahead further dwindles
my turn to go coming ever near
fear turned to joy, His love rekindles

That fiery fervor at the altar I received
fire shut up, no longer deceived
by the enemy Grim Reaper
that liar - hells keeper

Again I look at the line behind
down through time it does wind
but before me now persons few
as death doth continually hew

And now at last it's my turn to pass
through the chilly Jordan leaving my past
washed by His blood, exceedingly white
to join Him at the throne in eternal delight

George Cavaness

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The Line
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