Every Sunday, in the back row
In a chair of polished steel
Susan trusts in others' kindness
To put the motion in her wheels
When the praises start to freeflow
Her heart is dancing in the aisle
Her broken body won't let her feet go
But it cannot contain her smile!
Chorus:
Susan's dancing, like a child in a sunbeam
In the light of the love that God brings
Running with abandon, with her heart as an offering
Given to the King of Kings
Though we can only hear Susan's cries and tears
As she lifts up her voice to sing,
Still it's plain to see --
Susan's dancing!
Every Sunday, from the front row
Hear the wondrous happy noise
Hearts are lifted where the Word's sown
Buoyed on Susan's purest joys
When the praises start to freeflow
The Father sees His precious child
How much she gives Him, only He knows
Heaven cannot contain His smile!
(repeat Chorus)
© 2000 Steve Christy
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