the Attack on America. Where ever flames may rage, Give me the strength to save some life Whatever be its age. Help me embrace a little child Before it is to late Or save an older person from The horror of that fate. Enable me to be alert and hear the weakest shout And quickly and efficiently To put the fire out I want to fill my calling and To give the best in me, To guard my every neighbor and Protect his property. And if according to my fate I am to lose my life Please bless with your protecting hand My children and my wife. Author Unknown A Policeman's Prayer Courage to face and conquer my own fears... Courage to take me where others will not go. I ask for strength; Strength of body to protect others... Strength of spirit to lead others. I ask dedication; Dedication to my job to do it well... Dedication to my community to keep it safe. Give me, Lord, concern; For all those who trust me... And compassion for those who need me And, please, Lord, through it all; be at my side. Author Unknown Pulpit Helps, August 1992 For the chance to serve another year. And to give of myself in some small way, To those not blessed as I each day. My thanks for health and mind and soul, To aid me ever toward my goal. For eyes to see the good in all, A hand to extend before a fall. For legs to go where the need is great, Learning to love—forgetting to hate. For ears to hear and heart to care, When someone's cross is hard to bear. A smile to show my affection true, With energy aplenty—the task to do. And all I ask, dear Lord, if I may, Is to serve you better day by day." Remember that it was meant to be Lay me down and when you leave Remember I'll be at your sleeve In every dark and choking hall I'll be there as you slowly crawl On every roof in driving snow I'll hold your coat and you will know In cellars hot with searing heat At windows where a gate you meet In closets where young children hide You know I'll be there at your side The House from which I now respond Is overstaffed with heroes gone Men who answered one last bell Did the job and did it well As firemen we understand That death's a card dealt in our hand A card we hope we never play But one we hold there anyway That card is something we ignore As we crawl across a weakened floor For we know that we're the only prayer For anyone that might be there So remember as you wipe your tears The joy I knew throughout the years As I did the job I loved to do I pray that thought will see you through. Author Unknown In memory of all the firemen, policemen and volunteers that gave their lives on September 11, 2001. |