“The Last Bus Out”
My Father had a dream
and in this mystery saw
A bus coming fast
And one that looked so special
“Twas the last bus out.”
He had seen many buses
And drove many on the trails.
Mostly round where he was raised,
But this bus was different-
Covered with so many diamonds, jade, pearls.
Each window was more stunning
Than was the one before;
And it had such drawing power.
“I mustn’t be late”, he thought.
The bus pulled up and stopped,
Five children gathered ’round
To bid him fond farewell.
“All Aboard” the driver cried.
Such joy, yet hard to part.
He got on board that morn in April
Lifted his burly arms to wave good-bye to all
and found a seat “reserved”
his name engraved in gold.
It was the “last bus out”
He was the last child from his family
to catch the bus.
T’was the last to leave
and it left promptly at 8:30am.
He decided to get off and take a walk
To see what the bus was like;
He met old friends and some new.
And had such a splendid time
All sadness gone for good.
Then on the bus he watched as it was
smoothly gliding into a beautiful
new station made of pure gold
He said “Oh, what a sight to view”.
Then Dad got off the bus and walked
to the arms of God and then looking
down he said,
“When it comes your turn to ride the last bus to heaven above
Don’t be surprised to see Dad Shafer there to greet you
with those burly arms
lifted in praise and shouting..
Written By Beverly Morgan