Christmas Blessing for our Beloved School-bus Drivers

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