Bobby Nast

Bobby Nast, it’s been thirty-seven years

Since we met and started walking through the tears

I thank God for every moment we have shared

And the early days you showed me that you cared

I love it when you're patient with my heart

And the funny ways you've loved me from the start

But I miss the way you used to show your love

Underneath the grace of heaven up above

I miss the warmth of how you used to hold me

And the feeling of your arms wrapped close around me

We sit in church and we praise the Lord together

But I'm praying you will hold me close forever

Every Sunday, I am grateful for the view

Sitting right beside my husband in the pew

Hearing you sing out the hymns brings me such peace

But this quiet, lonely aching doesn't cease

Sometimes you are funny, sometimes you are strong

But I'm longing for your touch where I belong

'Cause I miss the way you used to show your love

Underneath the grace of heaven up above

I miss the warmth of how you used to hold me

And the feeling of your arms wrapped close around me

We sit in church and we praise the Lord together

But I'm praying you will hold me close forever

Thirty-seven years is a beautiful design

Woven by a holy Maker, so divine

But my spirit misses being held by you

Lord, restore the tender fire that we knew

Show me that you want me like you did back then

Take my hand and pull me to your chest again

Oh, I miss the way you used to show your love

Underneath the grace of heaven up above

I miss the warmth of how you used to hold me

And the feeling of your arms wrapped close around me

We sit in church and we praise the Lord together

Now I'm praying you will hold me close forever