How/Why I got involved
My EMS Life
My Fire Life
The Final Inspection
Blood upon the shield
The Police Officer
The EMT Prayer
EMS Rules Part2
Who can Our Kids Look To?
St. Florian's Prayer
Fire & Ice
& Women of Character
The policeman stood to face his God, which must always come to pass.
He hoped his boots were shining, just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, Policeman. How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek? To my church have you been true?"
The policeman squared his shoulder's and said. "No lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us who carry badges can't always be a saint."
I've had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent, because the streets are awfully tough.
"But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills got to steep.."
And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.
They never wanted me around except to calm their fear."
"If you've got a place for me here Lord, It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much, but if you don't...I'll understand."
There was silence all around the throne where the saints often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly, for the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, Policeman. You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat in Heaven's streets, you've done your time in Hell."
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