There is a line in the sand beyond which I proceed no further.
Where grace meets dismissal,
I hide from the line of the stick I carry.
I see borderland but not the one of my making.
I cry out for mercy for the line I now see
"Awake, awake Deborah. Awake,awake and utter a song of praise." Judges 5:12
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