How exciting it is to me
When my memory can squeeze
The sight of a yellow school bus
coming through the trees.
We were watching from the house
In our warm abode
Rather than at the bus stop
To wait by the road.
All us kids would start running.
We’d race down the hill
Then cross the creek and meadow.
To us it was a thrill.
We’d run with all our might
The wind blowing through our hair
And feel like we were flying
When we leaped into the air.
We would try to arrive
Before the bus came to a stop.
Then out of breath in we climbed in
And on the seats we’d plop.
Racing to the school bus
Was a lot of fun
With a feeling of excitement
And pleasure when we won.
When I was a child, I spoke as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child.
I Corinthians 13:11 NKJV
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