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I was driving home from work one day, thinking about my wife and how our day began and progressed. How involved we are in the details of each other's day.
Suzan in My Arms
At the breakfast table, my coffee cup in hand,
Sun just coming into view.
Sip away the cobwebs of a peaceful night of sleep.
Laying oh' so close to you
We read the Bible as we do most every day
Seeking wisdom for the fight.
And I grab the hands that hold my world and lift my face to God,
Thank Him there with all my might.
I thank Jesus for the Kids and for our Moms
And for keeping them from harm
But first thing in the morning I think I thank Him most
For waking with Suzan in my arms.
I go to the office to face the daily grind
I sometimes wonder what it's for.
You go see your patients, and try to make them well,
And run your little feet off on the floor.
Walking to my desk I see my message light, flashing like a neon sign.
An a smile overtakes me as I hear your special voice, knowing I was on your mind.
I thank Jesus for your smile and for your eyes, and for all your girlish charms
But usually in the afternoon I stop and bow my head and thank Him for Suzan in my arms.
And when the day is over and night begins to fall,
Sweeping color from the day.
I point my steel chariot to the place that I call home
I think it almost knows the way.
Thoughts are restless so I play the radio
And I wipe my weary eyes.
And contemplate the face I love and all that I hold dear staring 'cross the sunset skies.
Count the miles from some soon forgotten place
Past the cities and the farms.
And later in the evening my world will all be right
Laying with Suzan in my arms.
Words and Music..Bob Cmolik...9/3/2006