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To give my all
I am a deputy in a canine crew,
I've been trained to see it through,
When dangers near my ears perk up,
They taught me that as a little pup.
I'm often there to protect your rights,
My presence sometimes hinders fights.
I never attack with thoughts to kill,
When subduing one, my job I fill.
I never worry a single thought,
as to how I'll fare at a certain spot,
The love I have for a handler's care,
is all I need each day to fare.
And if someday my luck turns bad,
I'll relish all the joys I've had,
To be with men who stand for good,
in a special kind of brotherhood.
The story's end by now you know
of how i tried for a better show,
I did my best though I did fall,
When I was called to give my all.
Author Unknown
The Judgment
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?"
THE POLICEMAN SQUARED HIS SHOULDERS AND
SAID, "NO LORD, I GUESS I AIN'T, BECAUSE THOSE OF US THAT 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 JUST GOT 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 EXPECTED OR HAD TOO MUCH BUT IF YOU DON'T I'LL
UNDERSTAND."
THERE WAS 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 HEAVENS STREETS YOU'VE DONE YOUR TIME IN HELL."
--AUTHOR UNKNOWN--
Policeman's Prayer
When I
start my tour of duty God,
Wherever crime may be,
as I walk the darkened streets alone,
Let me be close to thee.
Please give
me understanding with both the young and old.
Let me listen with attention until their story's told.
Let me never make a judgment in a rash or callous way,
but let me hold my patience let each man have his say.
Lord if
some dark and dreary night,
I must give my life,
Lord, with your everlasting love
protect my children and my wife.
(Author Unknown)
A
Policewomen's Prayer
Oh
lord, I am a woman, not a man,
I am a Mother not a Dad,
I am a wife with responsibilities that men have never had,
I need understanding from all my peers,
that I am not here to take away a man's job,
I am doing it because I care.
I took
the job to enforce the law,
to do my part in the fight to have justice FOR ALL.
To be professional, to make a career, Great Lord,
help me when they say I should not be here.
I work
the long hours, face all the dangers and do the same
things that they do in law enforcement matters,
Grant me the respect like the others, for I am one.
Set
aside for every other one, Lord,
being a policewoman is the most challenging job I have ever done,
be with me on my daily run, as you are with us all,
I thank you for the ability to enforce the law.
Amen
Author Unknown
Not Just a Symbol
The young man came forward, his face drawn and sad,
and he held out his hand, displaying his badge.
The old chief rocked slowly and put his hands in his lap
and shook his head gently, and said, "What is this crap?"
The young cop sniffed, and from his eye wiped a tear,
"I've given you my best for almost one year.
But I make no difference, as I once thought I could,
there is far more evil out there than is good."
The old chief stared up into the young rookie's eyes
and tried to recall something clever and wise.
"Tell me" he said, to the once eager young cop.
"How many DUI's in a year have you popped?"
"Forty-two," the rookie replied with great pride.
"And had you not, how many more might have died?
It's not how many are arrested, now, is it?
It's how many less accident scenes you must visit."
The kid hung his head, and flexed his strong hands,
"But, sir," he said, softly," You don't understand.
"We're greatly outnumbered, the drugs are the worst,
the schools are like hell and the streets, they are cursed."
"Dealers breed like damn roaches.
On the kids, they all prey, And even when arrested,
they are out the next day."
The old chief set his jaw, and tapped a red finger,
and on the young cop, his eyes sadly lingered.
"If one little kid cannot get connected,
if one pregnant junkie finds the strength to reject it,
if one lousy addict decides he can beat it,
if one crack-head in a million says I just don't need it...
Then you...have removed his greatest temptation,
if only for a night, it might be be his salvation,
and wars are not won by those who say: Screw it.
They are won by the men who decide they can do it.
The rookie pulled up an old wooden chair
and running a hand through his shock of brown hair,
"But what about the children and poor battered wives?
Why can't we stop it and fix all those lives?"
"Each time you set foot in that same, run-down house,
each time you go back to bust that same dirty house,
for the children and wife, the violence has ceased,
if for only a few hours, you offer them peace."
"You cannot dictate their sad chosen path,
you cannot stop his booze-laden wrath,
you can't pack their belongings and cart them away
but you can prevent murder for just one more day."
"But sir," he said, his heart heavy like lead,
"I know there are dirtbags who wish I were dead,
but the public, the press, the politicians fling mud,
and who says thank you when we shed some blood?"
The chief pursed his lips, his answer unknown
for he knew it was this pain that hurt to the bone,
"There's no easy answers for the ache that you feel,
but appreciation and praise just ain't part of the deal."
"The respect, gratitude and admiration, too
will not come from people who can't do what we do.
You ask for a sense of honor and pride,
my advice, my son, is to look deep down inside."
The young cop stared down at the badge in his hand
and he knew he would not resign as he planned,
for he saw the badge now as not just something he does,
it was not just a symbol...it's what he was.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
"Blood Upon the Shield"
Blood
Upon The Shield
Confrontation in an alley. The Centurion does not yield.
But this time the good guy loses;
there is blood upon the shield.
And the
mournful sounds of bagpipes
play out across the land,
drowned out by the sobs of a lonely young wife
and a child too young to understand.
While
the killer pleads his case in court,
the thin blue line is one man short.
And we're one step closer to society's fall;
another cop's name is engraved on the wall.
Another
state funeral, with an army in blue,
and we know it could've been me and it could've been you.
We all look ahead to what the future has in store,
front line troopers in a country that's at war.
At war
with itself and at war with its cops and we're
out there every day 'cause the battle never stops.
It's not the way it is on TV shows or like
we learned in school; no cool music in the background,
no playing by the "rules;"
We're
disillusioned warriors,
but for right we'll always strive.
We just pray that at the end of our stress-filled day
we'll get back home alive.
You
stand out on the corner
ignoring the insults and the stares,
close to the point of believing that no one really cares,
when a six year-old boy walks over after watching
you for awhile, reaching out to shake your hand,
on his face a friendly smile.
To him
you are a hero,
a protector of our land, and he wants
to learn about you,
as a cop and as a man.
And
when he asks you why your badge is covered
by a black elastic band,
tell him about our Brother
A cop who made a stand.
Author Unknown
The Policeman's Prayer
Oh Almighty God, whose great power and eternal wisdom
embraces the universe.
Watch over all policemen and law enforcement officers.
Protect them from harm in the performance of their duty to stop crime robberies,
riot and violence.
We pray, help them keep our streets and homes safe by day and night.
We recommend them to your loving care because their duty is dangerous.
Grant them your unending strength and courage in their daily assignments.
Dear God, protect these brave men, grant them your almighty protection.
Unite them safely with their families after duty ends.
Amen
