The policeman stood and faced his God,which must 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, I guess I aint because those of us who carry a badge cant always be a Saint. Ive had to work most Sundays and at times my talk is rough, and sometimes Ive been violent, because the streets are awfully tough. But I never took a penny that wasnt mine to keep... though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills got to steep. And I never passed a cry for help though at times I shook with fear, and sometimes, God forgive me, Ive wept unmanly tears. I know I dont deserve a place among the people here. They never wanted me around except to calm their fear. If youve a place for me here, Lord, it neednt be so grand, I never expected or had too much, but if you dont...Ill understand There was a 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. Youve borne you burdens well. Come walk a beat on Heavens streets. Youve done your time in Hell (Author Unknown )
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