Sweetheart
Praise the Lord when home you arrive
After the chore of such a long drive
All your work sure makes you alive
Even if your work is now day five.
I’m thankful for all the love you bring home.
For your caresses and all the years of kisses.
And for all the strolls hand in hand.
What a thrill to know we’re still a strong band.
So let’s embrace at the end of the day
And know we are in His way
Then worship the Lord and stay
Just remember we’re made of clay.
Shedding the teardrops each day
For those dear ones who have gone astray
Bring them back to the fold we pray
So the heavenly music we can play.
Honey you are the greatest lover
Like a dove you hover
To me you always cover
Until this evil world is over.