There are moments when God's light shines bright across the sands of time, revealing the difference between right and wrong with an indisputable line.
A line not drawn by the hand of man, it drips from the heart of God; as unrighteous men reject his plan and refuse his grace for a rod. When those times come and the line is drawn and God calls for men to stand, you'll find us there at the break of dawn; in His light at the line in the sand.
As much as I hate the idea of war, the reality is that evil will triumph when good men do nothing. I am glad that we as a nation, with all of our faults and mistakes, have often sent men of honor, to stand at the line in the sand trying to do what is right. It is for those men who actual stand on that line to who this poem pays tribute.