For the selfless men and women,
Who knowingly give their all,
Who stand guard round our banner,
And never let it fall.
They leave behind both spouse and child,
To protect and preserve our land.
They leave behind both hearth and home,
In service great and grand.
They endure heartache and hardship,
For an occasional word from home,
They endure sharp criticisms,
And often feel alone.
But Lord, please touch their souls tonight,
Somehow let them know we care,
That we're standing right behind them,
Even when they're 'ore there'.
And Lord, if their wet and cold in the darkness,
Of a wild and rolling sea.
Or sweltering in the desert sands,
And waiting patiently.
If they're soaring through the silver clouds,
Or standing guard out in the rian.
If they're laughing, loving,
Or in quiet heartfelt pain.
Please Lord, tonight embrace them,
Soldiers, Sailors, one and all.
For they dearly love their country,
And daily give their all.
For the young soldier away from home,
For the first time in his life.
And the Officer far away,
From his children and his wife.
For the women dressed in olive drab,
Instead of shirt or jeans,
Because when you say 'Patriot'
They can tell you what it means.
And Lord, if before the night is through,
Heaven's gate should open wide,
And a Soldier, Airman, Sailor, or Marine
should step inside.
Embrace him, Lord, and love him,
In your great and perfect way,
For he was one of the best, Dear Lord,
Next time a cop stops you because you are driving too fast,
Remember he saved you from that day being your last.
When you think he’s picking on someone,
Why not think of what they could have done?
Next time you call him a name,
Would he have called you the same?
How would you feel to see a child beaten black and blue?
And knowing there is not much you can really do.
You can arrest them and hope they stay in jail,
But, too many times it doesn’t work that well.
To see the face of someone right before they die,
When he can’t but all he wants to do is cry.
To break up a fight, knowing later it will be worse,
And from his help, all that came was him being cursed.
To know that people don’t respect what he chose to do,
But day after day, he’s out there to protect people like you.
To see drugs sold to a child younger than his own,
Makes his heart ache and long for his home.
The job has no glamour, doesn’t even pay well,
He does it because he cares for more than himself.
He cares for you and he cares for me,
He’s out there hoping we will all see.
He took a path not many would take,
And he chose it for our sake.
He’s a remarkable soul, a Hero in the Night,
When all is well, he’s not in sight.
But, if you ever need him, he’ll be right there,
Not just because he’s a cop but because he cares.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
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