Just Like You
I have been where you fear to be;
I have seen what you fear to see;
I have done what you fear to do;
All these things I have done for you.
I am the one you lean upon,
The one you cast your scorn upon,
The one you bring your troubles to,
All these things I have been for you.
The one you ask to stand apart,
The one you feel should have no heart,
The one you call the "man in blue";
But I am a person, just like you.
And through the years,
I have come to see
That I am not what you ask of me.
So take this badge, take this gun;
Will you take it? - Will anyone?
And when you watch a person die
And hear a battered baby cry,
Then do you think that you can be
All these things you ask of me?
Police Officer's Prayer
Oh Almighty God,
Whose Great Power And Eternal
Wisdom Embraces The Universe,
Watch Over All Policemen and
Law Enforcement Officers.
Protect Them From Harm
In The Performance Of Their Duty
To Stop Crime, Robberies,
Riots And Violence.
We Pray, Help Them Keep
Our Streets And Homes Safe
Day And Night.
We Recommend Them To
Your Loving Care
Because Their Duty Is Dangerous.
Grant Them Your Unending Strength And
Courage In Their Daily Assignments.
Dear God, Protect These
Brave Men & Women,
Grant Them Your Almighty
Unite Them Safely With Their
Families After Duty Has Ended.
A Police Woman's Prayer
Oh lord, I am a woman, not a man,
I am a Mother not a Dad,
I am a wife with responsibilities that men have never had,
I need understanding from all my peers,
that I am not here to take away a man's job,
I am doing it because I care.
I took the job to enforce the law,
to do my part in the fight to have justice FOR ALL.
To be professional, to make a career, Great Lord,
help me when they say I should not be here.
I work the long hours, face all the dangers
and do the same things that they do
in law enforcement matters,
Grant me the respect like the others, for I am one.
Set aside for every other one, Lord,
being a policewoman is the most challenging job I have ever
be with me on my daily run, as you are with us all,
I thank you for the ability to enforce the law.
I come in many sizes,
In many shapes I'm made;
I'm on a shirt or in a case,
Or by other means displayed.
I've stood for many things, you know,
Throughout my many years;
I've reflected hero's faces,
And been wet with widow's tears.
I've been scratched and sometimes tarnished,
I've been repaired along the line;
But with steadfast duty as my brush,
I have kept my honor's shine.
I tell the world of my intent,
And all who see me know,
That whoever wears me, knows the way
That their life has to go.
I'm the symbol that they call the "badge,"
I'm an emblem held in awe;
And to those who try to live by right,
I represent the law.
But no matter what I'm made of -
Be it silver, tin, or gold,
I stand for things the same today
As I did in days of old.
By: L.E. "Jack" Driscoll,
Sheriff, Grayson County, Texas - May 1993
A Police Officer's Wife
A special kind of woman: a cut above the rest,
That's A Police Officer's Wife, rating her best.
How many good byes are whispered, joined with a fond embrace?
As duty steals her man, for the danger he must face.
How often have meals been ruined - or tender moments
by a call for special duty, sparking loyalty unswerved?
It's a devil of a job, for an angel like this,
Who......for the love of her man, must forsake that kiss,
She can run a garden tractor; even paint a room in need,
How she can stretch a dollar is a miracle indeed.
She's mother, lover, chauffeur and nurse,
A living symbol of: "for better or for worse."
Rich is the man, reaping his rewards in life,
Who chose to be the other half of
A Police Officer's Wife.
God Made Peace Officers
When the Lord was creating peace officers, he was into his
sixth day of
overtime when an angel appeared and said, "You're doing a
lot of fiddling
around on this one." And the Lord said, "Have you
read the specs on this
A peace officer has to be able to run five miles through
alleys in the dark,
scale walls, enter homes the health inspector wouldn't touch,
and not wrinkle
"He has to be able to sit in an undercover car all day on
a stakeout, cover a
homicide scene that night, canvass the neighborhood for
testify in court the next day.
"He has to be in top physical condition at all times,
running on black coffee
and half-eaten meals. And he has to have six pairs of
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of
hands... no way."
"It's not the hands that are causing me problems,"
said the Lord, "it's the
three pairs of eyes an officer has to have."
"That's on the standard model?" asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. One pair that sees through a bulge in a
pocket before he
asks, "May I see what's in there, sir?" (When he
already knows and wishes
he'd taken that accounting job.) "Another pair here in
the side of his head
for his partners' safety. And another pair of eyes here in
front that can
look reassuringly at a bleeding victim and say, 'You'll be all
when he knows it isn't so."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve,
"rest and work on this tomorrow."
"I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a
model that can talk a 250 pound
drunk into a patrol car without incident and feed a family of
five on a civil
The angel circled the model of the peace officer very slowly,
"Can it think?"
"You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the
elements of a hundred crimes;
recite Miranda warnings in its sleep; detain, investigate,
search, and arrest
a gang member on the street in less time than it takes five
learned judges to
debate the legality of the stop... and still it keeps its
sense of humor.
This officer also has phenomenal personal control. He can deal
scenes painted in hell, coax a confession from a child abuser,
murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how
isn't sensitive to the rights of criminal suspects."
Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the
cheek of the peace
officer. "There's a leak,"she pronounced. "I
told you that you were trying to
put too much into this model."
"That's not a leak," said the lord, "it's a
"What's the tear for?" asked the angel.
"It's for bottled-up emotions, for fallen comrades, for
commitment to that
funny piece of cloth called the American flag, for
"You're a genius," said the angel.
The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," he
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