The Volunteers scrabble to get dress.
Their minds race , who lives at that address.

The Volunteers at the station house, helmet and bunker gear adorn.
They climbs in to Big Yellow, Unit number 604.

Lights and Siren, they race to the family in need.
They call to God, let there be no deaths, they plead.

The house is fully involved, the whole thing is ablaze.
The family is out, all they can do is gaze.

The Volunteers work fast and hard to safe the rest.
All their training and skills done to their best.

The Volunteers fight the fire till it is out.
They worked hard to win the bout.

The Volunteers gather up to leave, to fight again someday.
They do it for life's to save! you see, they get no pay.

They would do it for you in time of need.
The Volunteers just call it a good deed.

The Volunteers of small town USA.
Fight hard for life and home, with out the pay.

So when you see your Home Town Volunteer in church and school, or such.
Shake their hand and say, Thank you so very much.

I remember now as I tell you of the last call.
How the floor gave way and I began to fall.

I opened my eyes to find an Angel standing over me.
A light so bright it was hard to see.

As she spoke her voice was like a song.
I knew then that something went wrong.

She held out her hand for me to take.
I told her that there must be some mistake.

I told her I could not leave my wife and children behind.
I have to stay and help mankind.

When my strength and will began to drain.
She opened up her wings to shed me from the pain.

She stayed there and protected me threw the night.
Till help arrived and things were all right.

I remember now how she held me in her arms.
That is when she told me I would stay for more alarms.

I knew that I need not fear death that night.
That she was there and soon things would be right.

I knew that I was going to see my family and friends again.
Thank You Lord for sending me the Angel that night, amen.

BY: Julie Johnson