Family Line

Family Line We each stand in one long line. Back to Adam all Mankind. The line is precious to our hearts; Though it consists of many parts. Country, race, and next of kin. It is our future, and where we've been. All riders on some cosmic bus; Who are these folks that make up us? If Grandma was a Nubian Queen; Stranger things are often seen. Veterans of perhaps a thousand wars; Past Generations, just thus far. Doctors, Lawyers, Indian Chiefs; Murderers, rapists, cads, and thieves. All stand behind us, and that's fine; We're standing in our family line. Why should we notice? What's the worth? Of noticing our time on earth? The line's a circle don't you see? It stretches round eternity. Look brightly and don't think it odd. The line begins and ends with God.