The officer 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, you officer, How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?"
The officer squared his shoulders and Said,"No, Lord, I guess I ain't...
Because those of us who carry guns Can't always be a saint.
I've had to work most Sundays And at times my talk was tough,
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 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 fears.
If you've 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 a silence all around the throne Where the saints had often trod...
As the officer waited quietly, For the judgment of his God,
"Step forward now you officer, you've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
Last night, we received the news that a law enforcement officer was shot and killed.
My sweet husband is 3rd generation law enforcement, and our youngest son is 4th generation law enforcement.
Incidents like this, hit close to home.
Brothers in blue.
Our hearts and prayers go out to his wife and 5 kids, and his fellow officers.
For their hearts are heavy.
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