Lord, for these plainclothes Angels
We know through wave and nod
We pray a special blessing to
These ranks that few applaud
Their charge, most Precious Cargo
The dearest in the world
Full of the noise and joys of youth
Our darling boys and girls
They suffer driver fury
And honks and glares and such
But moms and dads can set their clocks
By the big yellow bus
And we are oh, so thankful
For this early-rising fleet
Of common-looking angels
Driving up and down our streets
Lord, grant them joy and patience
For this brave-hearted task
And keep your hand upon the wheel
Lord, in Thy name we ask
Amen
© Janet Martin
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