Stocking In Heaven

Hang my child a stocking Lord,
And fill it up with Love.
Hang there in Heaven on a star above.
And on Christmas morn’in, Give a little hug,
From a mother here on Earth, that sends all her love.
Please hang my child a stocking Lord,
And fill it up with love.
Written By: Donna Fitzgerald Copyright@2006

Where The Ponies Play

There is a place in heaven,
Where noble ponies play.
They run in sunlit meadows,
Graze fields of golden hay.

Some have pulled a farmers plow,
Some a childhood friend.
Some took a weary soldier home,
At the battles end.

To three dear lord, I do pray,
That when you call me home,
You take me to that special place,
So I can watch them roam.
Written By: Donna Fitzerald Copyright@2006