School Bus Driver's Prayer

Almighty God,

I'm a thankin' you today for my big yellow bus.  It's a beauty Lord, and its diesel engine's soundin' mighty fine.

I need your help today, Lord.  I'll be haulin' the most precious cargo on the road -- the very future of this great land -- in my big yellow bus.

Lord, could you give me a watchful eye today?  I'll need one, Lord, for the eight gauges, seven mirrors, six warning lights, and especially the five dozen faces on my big yellow bus  --  and an extra eye for my watch face, Lord, so I'll be on time.  Lest I forget, Lord, give me an eye also for traffic on roads not big enough for two black snakes to pass (well, ok, Lord, a little bit wider than that) . . . and on the big roads with up to four lanes of traffic.

Also, Lord, could you give me an ear today to listen for train whistles, truck and automobile horns, police, fire, and rescue sirens . . . and sometimes the kid in the back yellin'-- "Hey!  You missed my stop!"

And, Lord, could you grant me a helpin' hand today, to handle the gear lever, the steering wheel, the turn signal, the button for the caution light, and the door handle to operate the stop sign.  If you could spare it Lord, give me an extra-large hand to wave at the big-eyed kids in their mommies' arms.  It's plain to see, Lord, . . .  they think my big yellow bus is the world's greatest invention.

Finally, Lord, help me to greet each child that boards my big yellow bus today with a warm smile and a heartfelt, "Good Morning!"

With your help today, Lord, we will 'Git-R-Done!

Big Yellow Bus

   "Time for the bus . . . you're going to be late --

   and you know that driver's not going to wait!

   Poptarts in the toaster, so make your bed --

   "Come on now!  Hurry!  Hurry!  Hurry!" momma said.

   I get a move on without a big fuss

   Cause I really like riding the big yellow bus.

   So I fluff up my pillow and throw on my clothes,

   Wolf down a poptart . . . and get milk up my nose.

   Running out the door I trip on my dog.

   and now the bus is coming . . . through the fog.

   It's lights flashing yellow . . . and now they are red;

   The bus screeches to a stop . . . and I run on  ahead.

   Boarding the bus, I speak to the driver.

   "How's it goin'?", he says, with a big high fiver.

   The driver is jolly with all of us-

   And I sure like riding the big yellow bus!

   School is cool -- my friends are neat;

   And I've got some teachers that can't be beat --

   But there's one thing even better than play . . .

   Riding the big yellow bus down the state highway.

Cornfields Dec. 27, 2007

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