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The policeman stood and faced his God, which must have always come to
pass.
He hoped his shoes 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 shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't,
Because those of us 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 awfully tough."
"But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime when 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."
"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 the saints had often trod, as
the policeman waited quietly for the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now policeman. You've borne your burdens well. Come
walk a beat on Heaven's street. You've done your time in hell."
--author unknown--
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