Lanna was a woman who dared
To live her life aloud
To make no apologies
To wear strange clothing
To say outrageous things
To be herself
To laugh, sing, play
To respect her soul
To love herself
Showing her confidence in every way
CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS
Christmas stockings hung neatly in a row
The fire is casting a warm, cheery glow
The tree has now been trimmed to perfection
I sit here relaxed in great reflection
The number of stockings has grown o'er the years
Children and grandchildren added with joyful tears
No longer do they just read Dad and Mom
There's Rachel, Christy, Ginger, and Jon
There's Dwayne and Rob, Jason and Carra
Stephen, Corinne, Liam and Lanna
And then there's Aiden, but he's not the last
'Cause Carra's tummy is expanding real fast
Stockings for the pets are included in it all
They've been part of the family since they were small
But the most important stocking that you will see
Is for Baby Jesus – it's hung on the tree
It's there to remind us of His fateful plight
Death on a cross – He died without fight
His stocking is empty – as is His grave
Because it is we He died to save
So when you hang all your stockings, include Him
Then Christmas will be more joyful, and never grim
And we'll be ever mindful that Jesus is the reason
That we thankfully celebrate each Christmas season
Curtis Moorman
5 November 2011
I feel a stirring in my soul to adopt internationally. Somewhere in China there is a
woman that will give up her daughter for a better life. This is something I wrote
for that child to be.
In Heaven You Wait
Before you are mine you are God's precious child. He holds you in His heart until
the day when I will hold you next to mine.
Before I ever utter a lullaby to calm your fears a thousand angels have composed
the most beautiful music just for you.
Listen carefully and take comfort precious child you are loved. Until we are a
forever family in heaven you wait.
(c) 2006/12 Lanna Carpenter
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