Does he know...
How my heart beats when he walks out the door,
Into a world with many cares its apathy and so much more?
Does he know...
How often I think of him and whisper a little prayer,
That God will gently take his hand and lead him in His care?
Does he know...
How my eyes light up when I hear him on the phone,
And feel the sense of reassurance that he's close to coming home?
Does he know...
That I wear a smile when I see him walk through the door,
And that I'm glad he thinks our family is worth his fighting for?
Does he know...
How much I need him, and the joy I feel inside,
To be the wife of a deputy I'll cherish my job by his side?
Julie Crumpler
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