Inspirational Songs and Poems 2

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Someone is Waiting by Carolyn Martin Cain
Go to Three For One [external link] to hear the song and order the CD. She has adopted from China.

Somewhere, someone is waiting
Though I can't see your face I know your heart
'Cause God has knit us together
Even though we're far apart
And until you can be here safe in my arms
I will trust
That somewhere, someone is holding you close
And keeping you warm.

My thoughts, my prayers are for you
Father, love her, protect her
I know you do
And until that perfect timing
When our hearts and eyes will meet
I will rest knowing that You are there
I will trust
That somewhere, someone is holding you close
And keeping you warm.

If time could stand still
Our love would bridge the ocean
But know that until then
That even an ocean, can't keep me from you

Hold on, little one, hold on...

And until you can be here safe in my arms
I will trust
That somewhere, someone is holding you close
And keeping you warm.

Copyright © 2001. Reprinted with permission.


Not flesh of my flesh
Nor bone of my bone
But still miraculously my own
Never forget for a single moment
You were not born under my heart
but in it....

by Fleur Conkling Heylinger


The Legacy of an Adopted Child

Once there were two women
    Who never knew each other
One you do not remember
    The other you call mother.

Two different lives     shaped to make yours one
One became your guiding star
    The other became your sun.

The first gave you life
    And the second taught you how to live it
The first gave you a need for love
    And the second was there to give it.

One gave you a nationality
    The other gave you a name
One gave you the seed of a talent
    The other gave you an aim.

One gave you emotions
    The other calmed your fears
One saw you first sweet smile
    The other dried your tears.

One gave you up -
    it was all that she could do
The other prayed for a child
    And God led her straight to you.

And now you ask me through your tears
    The age old question through the years
Heredity or environment - which are you the product of?
    Neither my darling, neither
Just two different kinds of love.


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"An old man is walking along the beach one morning, and sees what appears to be someone dancing near the water. As he moves closer, he realizes it is not someone dancing, but a young man reaching in the sand, picking up something and throwing it into the ocean."

"The old man asked the young man what he was doing. The young man tells him that he is throwing the starfish back into the ocean, it will be getting hot soon and they will die out on the beach. The old man replies, "You foolish boy, there are thousands of starfish on this beach, why do you think you can make a difference?"

"The young man picks up another starfish and throws it into the ocean, looks up at the old man and says, I made a difference to that one."


Words to the National Anthem of the Republic of Kazakstan, taken from Kazakhstan President [external link]. National Anthem of the Republic of Kazakhstan

We are a valiant people, sons of honour,
And all we've sacrificed to gain our freedom.
Emerging from malicious grip of fate, from hell of fire,
We scored a victory of glory and success.

Refrain: Soar high up in the sky, oh, eagle of freedom,
Call up to harmony, agreement and accord!
For hero's might and strength is in the nation,
Just as the unity is nation's razing sword.

While honouring our mothers and respecting
The cream of cream of our rising nation
We welcomed all ill-starred and struck by ruin...
Our homeland, the steppe, a sacred cradle
Of friendship and accord
Gave all a shelter and a hearty refuge.

Refrain: Soar high up in the sky, oh, eagle of freedom,
Call up to harmony, agreement and accord!
For hero's might and strength is in the nation,
Just as the unity is nation's razing sword.

We've overcome the hardships
Let the past serve bitter lesson
But ahead we face a radiant future.
We bequeath our sacred legacy implying our mother tongue
And sovereignty and valour and traditions
So dearly cherished by our forefathers
As true mandate to future generations.

Refrain: Soar high up in the sky, oh, eagle of freedom,
Call up to harmony, agreement and accord!
For hero's might and strength is in the nation,
Just as the unity is nation's razing sword.

The authors are poets Muzafar Alimbayev, Kadyr Myrzaliyev, Tumanbai Moldagaliyev and Zhadyra Daribayeva and composers Mukan Tulebayev, Eugeny Brusilovsky and Latif Khamidi.


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The Waiting Child by Debbie Bodie

I saw you meet your child today
You kissed your baby joyfully
And as you walked away with her
I played pretend you'd chosen me.

I'm happy for the baby, yet
Inside I'm aching miserably
I want to plead as you go by,
"Does no-one want a child of three?"

I saw you meet your child today
In love with her before you met
And as I watched you take her out
I knew it wasn't my turn yet.

I recognize you from last year!
I knew I'd seen your face before!
But you came for a second babe.
Does no-one want a child of four?

I saw you meet your child today
But this time there was something new
A nurse came in and took MY hand
And then she gave my hand to you.

Can this be true? I'm almost six!
And there are infants here you see?
But then you kissed me and I knew
The child you chose this time was me.

Copyright © 1997 by Debbie_Bodie@prodigy.com.
Reprinted with permission.


HOW MOMS WERE MADE

By the time the Lord made mothers, he was into the sixth day working overtime.
An Angel appeared and said "Why are you spending so much time on this one?"

And the Lord answered and said, "Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands."

The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. "Six pairs of hands! No Way!" said the Angel.
The Lord replied, "Oh, it's not the hands that are the problem. It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!"

"And that's on the standard model?" the Angel asked. The Lord nodded in agreement, "Yep. One pair of eyes is to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair, in the back of her head, is to see what she needs to know, even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair is here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and showing that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word."

The Angel tried to stop the Lord. "This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish."

"But I can't!" The Lord protested, "I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower."

The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, "But you have made her so soft, Lord."

"She is soft," the Lord agreed, "but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish."

"Will she be able to think?" asked the angel. The Lord replied, "Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate."

The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman's cheek. "Oops, it looks like you have a leak with this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one."

"That's not a leak." the Lord objected. "That's a tear!"

"What's the tear for?" the Angel asked.

The Lord said, "The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride."

The Angel was impressed. "You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!"

The Lord looked at the Angel, smiled and said, "I'm afraid you are wrong again, my friend. I created the woman, but she created the tear!"


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You first came to us in an envelope
With letters, forms and such
Just two tiny little pictures
With nothing warm to touch.

You grew in our imagination
In our hearts and in our minds.
You brought us greater joy
Than we ever thought we'd find.

A phone call started labor pains
Which lasted 'til we met
Strangers brought together
A day we won't forget.

You bloomed as you were planned
In our hearts, our lives, our home.
Our child of chance, of plan, of will
You're now our very own.


Patchwork Quilt

Our family's like a patchwork quilt,
With kindness gently sewn.
Each piece is an original,
With beauty of its own.
With threads of warmth and happiness,
It's tightly stitched together.
To last in love throughout the years,
Our family is forever.


Our Family Tree

We've added to our family tree
A stronger one to make
A child from another plant
Has become our new namesake.

Just as a limb is grafted
From one tree to another,
It alters and improves the plant
Making it, uniquely, like no other.

Our family tree has been improved
Adoption made this so.
For love, much more than bloodlines,
Makes us thrive and grow.

We chose to share our life and love
And all the joys to come
Our "family tree" has blossomed
With the arrival of our cherished one.


The Gift of Life

I didn't give you the gift of life,
But in my heart I know.
The love I feel is deep and real,
As if it had been so.
For us to have each other
Is like a dream come true!
No, I didn't give you
The gift of life,
Life gave me the gift of you.


May you be safe and sleep soundly through the night,
May you be safe as you wake to the morning's light.
May you feel my love from so far away,
May it comfort and protect you throughout each day.
I will pray for you my little one
Until our time of waiting is done.
I will pray that the Lord keep you safe from harm,
Until the child of my heart becomes the child in my arms.


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A Half a World Away
by Jill Work

A half a world away,
Sometimes it seems we're so far apart.
But a half a world away,
Is not too far for a journey of the heart.
My little one, my precious joy,
I'm waiting for you.
My precious daughter, my little girl,
I know you're waiting too.

A half a world away,
A child waits for a family of her own.
While a half a world away,
A family waits to come bring her home.
My little one, my precious joy,
I'm whispering a prayer.
My precious daughter, my little girl,
I hope to soon be there.

A half a world away,
So many months of waiting are past.
A half a world away,
So many miles to bring you home at last.
My little one, my precious joy,
You're finally home to stay.
My precious daughter, my little girl,
We celebrate this day.
Knowing we will no longer be
a half a world away.

Copyright © words and music
1999 Jill Marshall-Work.
Reprinted with permission.


I didn't give you the gift of life,
But in my heart I know
The love I feel is as deep and real as if it had been so.
For us to have each other is like a dream come true!
No, I didn't give you the gift of life,
Life gave me the gift of you.


I Loved You Enough... by Erma Brombeck

I loved you enough to bug you about where you were going, with whom and what time you would get home.

I loved you enough to insist you buy a bike with your own money and one that you could afford.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to make you return a Milky Way with a bite out of it to a drugstore and confess "I stole this."

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your bedroom, a job that would have taken me 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to say "Yes, you can go to Disney World on Mother's Day."

I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, disgust and tears in my eyes.

I loved you enough not to make excuses for your lack of respect or your bad manners.

I loved you enough to admit that I was wrong and ask for your forgiveness.

I loved you enough to ignore what every other mothers did or said.

I loved you enough to let you stumble , fall, hurt and fail.

I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your own actions at age 6, 10 or 16.

I loved you enough to figure you would lie about the party being chaperoned but forgave you for it - after discovering I was right.

I loved you enough to accept you for what you are, not what I wanted you to be.

But most of all, I loved you enough to say no when you hated me for it. That was the hardest part of all.

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