A Cops' Prayer
Oh Lord, while I'm on my beat
may I know that you're with me,
and protect me as I go to guard
other's lives and property.
Help me ignore those who scorn
and show me no respect,
but be mindful of all citizens
I've sworn to protect.
Be with my fellow Officers
and guard their saftey too.
May I always put duty first
in the work that I must do.
May I not disgrace the uniform
but bring pride to the badge I wear.
that I'd be a good policeman, Lord,
would be my only prayer. Amen
Another Cops 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 judgement
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 up my life,
Lord, with your understanding love,
protect my children and my wife.
A special kind of woman:
A cut above the rest,
That's a "POLICE OFFICERS' WIFE",
rating her the best.
How many goodbyes are whispered,
joined with a fond embrace?...
as duty steals her man,
for the danger he must face.
How often have meals been ruined,
or tender moments disturbed,
by a call for a special duty,
sparking loyalty unswerved?
It's a devil of a job,
for an angel like this,
who, for the love of her man,
must forsake that kiss.
She can run a garden tractor,
even paint a room in need,
how she can stretch a dollar-
is a miracle indeed.
She's a mother, lover,
chauffeur, and nurse,
a living symbol of:
"for better or for worse."
Rich is the man,
reaping his rewards in life,
who chose to be the other half of
a "POLICE OFFICERS' WIFE".
When God Made Police Officers...
When the Lord was creating police officers, he was into his sixth day of working overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You sure are doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."
And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order?
A police officer has to be able to run five miles through alleys in the dark, scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch, and not wrinkle his uniform.
"He has to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on a stakeout, cover a homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for witnesses, and testify in court the next day.
"He has to be in top physical condition at all times, running on black coffee and half-eaten meals. And he has to have six pairs of hands."
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands... no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "it's the three pairs of eyes an officer has to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. One pair that sees through a bulge in a pocket before he asks, "May I see what's in there, sir?" (When he already knows and wishes he'd taken that accounting job.)
"Another pair here in the side of his head for his partners' safety.
And another pair of eyes here in front that can look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, 'You'll be all right ma'am, when he knows it isn't so."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, " why don't you rest and work on this tomorrow."
"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk a 250 pound drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of five on a civil service paycheck."
The angel circled the model of the police officer very slowly, "Can it think?" she asked.
"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the elements of a hundred crimes; recite Miranda warnings in its sleep; detain, investigate, search, and arrest a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five learned judges to debate the legality of the stop... and still it keeps its sense of humor.
This officer also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal with crime scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how law enforcement isn't sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the police officer. "There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model."
"That's not a leak," said the lord, "it's a tear."
"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.
"It's for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for commitment to that funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for justice."
"You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somberly at the angel and said."I'm no genius, I didn't put the tear in his eye!