The policeman stood and faced his God,which must always come to pass. He hopes 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 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 that wasn't mine to keep...Though I worked alot of overtime when the bills just got 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.
I know I don't deserve a place among the people here.
They never wanted me around except to calm there fear. 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 understand."
There was silence all around the thronewhere the saints had often trod, as the policeman waited quietly for his judgement 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."
P.S. Remember those that Risk their lives to help a stranger, be compassionate with those that you dont get to see because they had to stay late, understand they are doing this for you.