Police in heaven

"Policeman's Heaven"

Author: Unknown

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 who carry badges

can't always be a Saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,

and at times my work was rough.

Sometimes I have been violent,

because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,

that wasn't mine to keep.

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 a silence all around the throne

Where the Saints had often trod.

As the policeman waited quietly

for the judgement 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."

Nice.

Though let us look beyond the name of 'policing' that is cast upon you by earthly experience of the same.

Choice leads you, know that there lies two roads infront of you, that one leadeth to everything and other lead into circles.

See Light, even as it shine upon Darkness.