A policeman stood before his god,
As always must come to pass.
He hoped his boots were shining
as brightly as his brass.
"step forward now policeman,
How shall i deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek
and to my church have you been true?
The policeman squared his shoulders and
said "No lord i guess i aint.
Cause those of us who carry guns and deal with scum
Cant always be a saint!
I have had to work such long days
and sometimes my talk was tough
and at other times i have been violent
cause the world is awfully rough.
But i never took a penny that wasnt mine to keep
And i ve had to work a lot of overtime
when the bill s got just too steep.
I never passed a cry for help
though at times i shook with fear.
And at times god forgive me
I cried unmanly tears.
I dont know if i deserve a place
Among people who are here
they never wanted me around
except to calm their fears.
So if you ve a place here lord
it need not be so grand
in life i did not expect or need much
so if you don t i understand.
There was a silence all around the throne
where saints had often trod as the
policeman waited quietly
for the judgement of his god.
"step forward now BRAVE OFFICER
You have born you burdens well
Walk peacefully on my heavens streets
YOU HAVE SERVED YOUR TIME IN HELL!!!