Biginge
SWCA Member, Absent Comrade
The policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass,
He hoped his shoes 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?"
"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 was't mine to keep....
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too 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 a place for me here,
Lord, it needn't be so grand.
I never had too much,
But if you don't ....I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the Throne
Where the Saints had 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 on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell."
Author unknown
RIP all of our Brothers that have been called to this beat.
Which must always come to pass,
He hoped his shoes 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?"
"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 was't mine to keep....
Though I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills got just too 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 a place for me here,
Lord, it needn't be so grand.
I never had too much,
But if you don't ....I'll understand.
There was a silence all around the Throne
Where the Saints had 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 on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell."
Author unknown
RIP all of our Brothers that have been called to this beat.
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