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God...
Grant me the ability to give emergency care. With skillful hands, knowlegeable mind, and tender loving care. Help me deal with everything, when lives are on the line. To see the worst, administer aid, and ease a worried mind. So help me as I go today, accept what my fate may be. Touch these hands, use this mind, help this EMT.
Amen.... *Author Unkown*
The policeman stood to face his God, which must alway 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 cheeck? 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 shooked 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 judgement of his God.
"Step forward now, Polceman. You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat in Heaven's streets, you've done your time in Hell."
~Thanks~
