There’s a fine line between contentment and greed
Between the things that I want, and the things that I need
Between “enough is enough”, and where desires feed
It’s a fine line
How do I live with so much, here with the spoil of the blessed
And not abandon this boat, for the sea of excess
To aspire to great things, yet be filled with humbleness
It’s a fine line–Oh yes, it’s a fine line
So where do I walk, Where is my place,
The straight and the narrow, the road of grace
Holdin’ fast to You, Walkin’ at Your pace
Walkin’ on the fine line
Walkin’ on the fine line
Walkin’ on the fine line
There’s a fine line
Between taking bread with a lost man and being consumed by his way
While reaching out in love, temptation’s right at your door
Guard what you’re thinkin’ of
It’s a fine line
When I hide my eyes from the darkest of our life’s insanity
From the worst of the world’s profanity
I’ve gotta be careful I don’t miss anyone in need of me
It’s a fine line–Oh yes, it’s a fine line
And can I embrace the world’s sorrow and not be carried away by life’s rain
Know the power of the resurrection and still know the fellowship of His pain
Not talkin’ ’bout walkin’ fences
Not talkin’ ’bout compromise
But living and breathing as pleasing in His eyes
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million, no a billion times,
“There’s a fine line between so and so.” The black and white
doesn’t give so much trouble. At least when I choose black or white,
I know I’ve done it! The faith, on-the-edge walk,
requires a surer foot that I have…it requires leading.
“It’s a Fine Line” by Wayne Watson from the Album: The Fine Line (1988).