The Final Inspection
The Policeman stood and faced his God,which must always come to pass.He hoped his boots 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 shouldersand said "No Lord, I guess I ain't,Because those who carry badges,can't always be a Saint.""I've had to work most Sundays,and at times my talk was rough...and sometimes I've been violent because the streets are awful tough.""But I never took a penny,at wasn't mine to keep...Though I worked a lot of overtimewhen 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 wept unmanly tears.""I know I don't deserve a placeamong the people here...They never wanted me aroundexcept to calm their fears.""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 silence all around the throne,where Saints had often trod,as the Policeman waited quietlyfor the judgment 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."(Author Unknown)