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  ehil

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  Last night I lay in bed
  My gut sick and sour
  pounding in my head
  tragedy struck this hour

  Knowing something was not right
  the void of not knowing
  kept awake half the night
  while red lights were glowing

  While the world lay sleeping
  we are alert and awake
  vigilant guard he was keeping
  making no mistake

  All of us connected by fate
  a brother now laid
  forever to rest on this date
  his oath and promise be paid

  St Michael Protect Us ...

  For we fight the good fight
  leaving our families behind
  kissing them good night
  going back to the grind

  Put ourselves in harms way
  so that others may rest
  knowing we keep evil at bay
  being the best of the best

  The blue line has been stained
  with the blood of a brother
  all feel sorrow and are pained
  all feel the loss of another

  St Michael Protect Us ...
  Hunt them down we yell
  none will take rest
  find the evil from hell
  desecrated our crest

  Black band across shield
  blue blood ties us together
  great strength we do wield
  stay strong in bad weather

  WHEN ONE FALLS, WE ALL FALL ...
  St. Michael Protect ALL of US ...
  By
  Jonathan C Thomes

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  SrtUnit2576

  11 months ago

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  The Final Inspection

  The warrior stood and faced God,
  Which will always come to pass,
  He hoped his shoes were shining,
  Just as brightly as his brass.

  “Step forward now, old warrior,
  How shall I deal with you?
  Have you always turned the other cheek?
  To my church have you been true?”

  The warrior squared his shoulders and
  Said, “No, Lord, I guess I ain’t,
  ‘Cause those of us who carry guns
  Can’t always be saint.

  “I’ve had to work most Sundays,
  And at times my talk was tough,
  And sometimes I’ve been violent,
  ‘Cause the world is awfully rough.

  “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. In life
  I didn’t expect nor need too much,
  So if you don’t, I’ll understand.”

  There was a silence all around the throne,
  Where the saints had often trod,
  As the warrior stood quietly.
  For the judgment of his God.

  “Step forward now, my warrior,
  You’ve born your burdens well,
  Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,
  You’ve done your time in Hell.”

  Author Unknown

  http://www.prudence-group.com/tms.htm

  Grant