The policeman stood and faced his God,
"Step forward now, Policeman.
The policeman squared his shoulders and said,
I've had to work most Sundays,
But I never took a penny,
And I never passed a cry for help,
I know I don't deserve a place
If you've a place for me here, Lord
There was silence all around the Throne
"Step forward now, policeman,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining.
Just as brightly as his brass.
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.
And at times my work was rough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.
That wasn't mine to keep,
I worked a lot of overtime
When the bills just got too steep.
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.
among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."
Where the Saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgement of his God.
You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
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