How many lives can one soul touch?
How many people change?
How big of a difference can be made in an hour twice a day?
Just look around and count them all, You could never get it done,
A sea of faces she touched in life, by name she knew each one.
She drove us all to school and back, Field trips, side trips and more,
How many lives were better made,
By simply going through her school bus door.
She watched them grow and marry, And have children of their own,
How many kids are the second generation, first the father then the son.
Ms. Peggy’s face was known by each and loved by one and all.
When she fell to ill too drive again , they sounded a clarion call
That love that she so generously showed, Though sometimes was not earned,
They rallied round in support of her and her love to them they now return.
But God looked down from heaven, And saw she was in pain.
And called her to come home to Him, and in a new position reign.
He had need of a caring soul, with laughter and love to share.
And a heaven full of children, who needed her special care.
So gently He called her home, and angels met her there
To bring her from the arms of her loved ones, Straight to the Master’s chair.
The mother, friend, wife and teacher, is now in Beulah land
And she drives a golden bus for God, with the care of angels in her hands.
The body is her glorified one, and the angels know of her fame,
There is a new bus driver in heaven,
And Ms. Peggy is her name.
By: Angela Shrout August 13, 2007
I love you Aunt Peg and miss you
