POLICEMAN'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 and Women,
Grant them your almighty protection,
Unite them safely with their
Families after duty has ended.

Somebody Didn't Make It Home

Under cover of night, They're paid to fight
For what is good, and wrong and right.
Somebody didn't make it home today.

They leave their families, and their wives
Kiss the kids, and risk their lives
Somebody didn't make it home today,

They work each day, out on their own
But as of tonight, a new star has shone
Somebody didn't make it home today.

So with your family, shed a tear
Hold them close, it's what we fear
Somebody didn't make it home today.

TAPS

Tribute to a Fallen Police Officer

We knew this person
as loved one and friend,
giving service;
walking tall until the end.

Honor their memory
with sweet tender thoughts,
and keep a warm place
for them in your hearts.

Our brothers and sisters
laid to rest,
in hallowed ground
who gave their best.

To the God of Love
this fallen- yet rising star,
receive into thy kingdom
yonder afar.

A crown of jewels
they fought the good fight,
giving their life
every day and night

Do you hear the voice
a beautiful sight,
an angel beckoning
go to the light…

Four Years Ago Today

Four years ago today,
Started off in a normal way

Little did we know
That this day would take someone we loved so

While most of us were unwinding from a playful Saturday in the sun
Lt. Larry Kolb was shot down by a crazed man's gun

In a flash our world caved in
This sort of thing couldn't happen to him

In the days to come we began to realize the bond we shared
As many hundreds of people showed how much they cared

Over a mile of flashing lights moved at such a slow and solemn pace
As we took Larry to his final resting place

The interstate was lined with cars and trucks stopped by their drivers to show respect
For an officer they had never even met

On a highway ramp in San Antonio, an elderly woman stood
She held an American flag, paying her respects as only she could

When the bagpipes commence
The emotion is so intense

It was no longer possible to hold back those tears
Looking at all those young officers that were facing their fears

Four years later, the pain is still here
But we know that Lt. Larry Kolb is still very near

He has been there to welcome several of his family
To a special place for all eternity

We will never forget your sacrifice, your caring, and your love
We look forward to seeing you someday in heaven above

Rest peacefully Larry. You deserve it!

The Gift

They walk a beat of concrete and stone,
They drive through the city in a car, alone.
They swallow their pride, their prejudice, their grief,
They deal with all kinds, from preacher to theif.

Sometimes they get weary, from fighting this fight,
To punish the wrong and defend the right.
Defending a sacred creed and code,
Of freedom and justice, they bear the full load.

You don't ever see them for what's deep inside,
The pain, the anger, or many tears they've cried.
For you, for me, and others in fear,
Seldom a "Thank You", do they ever hear.

If you could look at their heart, just once,
You would see,
Their own life is the gift given to you and me.

The Battlefield

I lace my boots and fasten my belt,
in a holster I place my gun.
I kiss my family and leave to fight
a battle that can't be won.

Many soldiers have lost their lives
fighting in this war.
Many loved ones have heard the knock
and hated to answer the door.

Their shields of faith are badly damaged
because their loved one died.
So many questions left unanswered,
so tempting to ask why.

All of the soldiers were my friends,
all my sisters and brothers.
We took an oath and joined a brotherhood
that is larger than all others.

Everyday soldiers leave their homes
never to return,
Not asking for the ten second fame
they are sometimes destine to earn.

You say you have not seen this war
in the papers or on the news.
You know not of the loss of lives
I've explained to all of you.

These soldiers are not acroos a sea
fighting in this war.
If you want to see "The Battlefield",
just look out your front door.

~WITH HONOR~

Distant memories of loved ones
whisper in a mind
Songs of joy and laughter
no more fill the air
With honor in one's heart
they die beneath a bullet
Glorified a soul
to heaven is it's flight
With Honor many fall
But also-with honor~ thousands stand tall

To Protect and To Serve

I don't know why you chose this path
It was surely not for pay
There's no routine or certainty
That brings comfort with each day

You leave your home and take with you
Silent prayers of family
They know the dangers you will see
They pray on bended knee

Your eyes see more in just one day
Than we do in an entire year
You strive to make our homes a haven
Safe from harms way and fear

You vow To Protect and To Serve
People you don't even know
You treat them all with dignity
Despite the filth they show

The way you serve with care and honor
Reflects your reputation
You wear your badge with such great pride
And it serves as confirmation

You never know with each call you take
If this will be your last
But yet you continue to take each one
And let your doubts just pass

This is your eulogy while you yet live
To wait for your death is sad
How much we need you to keep on going
To survive in a world gone mad

A SAD RETIREMENT DAY

She stood with honor she stood with grace
She stood with her right hand raised
Taking the oath to protect and serve
Not giving a thought she would one day give her all

Through the years she's stopped drunks and punks
Trying to smoke and sell that bad stuff
She had taken rude and hurtful names
Bruises and cuts but no need for complain

Then the day came her 19th year
She had got the call to give her all
I said be careful she said I will
That was the last time I saw her endless will

I was in the patrol car when I heard need assistance
Officer down "officer down"
I knew who it was
I sat there a for a few then turned the siren on and flew
When I got there I saw her down
Her blue and black uniform was all in blood and tear
Her gold star scratched by the hit of the assault
Her pistol still in her right hand

I ran to her side holding her hand as she took her last breath
I quickly say you were the best
As the paramedic checked her pulse
He looked at me and said she is dead

I whispered why today
The paramedic asked what was today
I look down shake my head and say
Her retirement day

THE WAY I SEE MY WORLD AND MY LAND

I SEE THE SUN
I SEE THE MOON
I SEE THE CLOUDS
I SEE THE STARS
I SEE EVERYTHING LOOK MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN BEFORE
THE SKY IS A LITTLE BRIGHTER
THE GRASS A LITTLE GREENER
MY SMILE A LITTLE WIDER
MY COUNTRY IS BEAUTIFUL IN EVERY WAY
MY WORLD IS BEAUTIFUL IN EVERY WAY
MY UNIVERSE IS BEAUTIFUL IN EVERY WAY
I SMILE, I DANCE, AND FALL TO THE GROUND
WHEN I NOTICE MY WORLD, MY LAND, MY LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL IN EVERY WAY

Tuesday 911

Oh baby how I want to be there with you
But these unavoidable miles have distanced us
These miles are not measured on any map or on any road
There is no way to measure them
For I went to work one Tuesday morning
And someone flew a plane into a building
I had to go see if I could help
I was saving lives, doing my job
When the building collapsed around me
I laid dying on the ground beneath the building
I couldn't help but wonder if you would ever hear of my end
Or how you would hear of it
I was there when you received the call that I was missing
And I was there when you turned to our son speechless of ways to say I was lost
I was there beside you when they called saying that I had died in the line of duty
I was there with you at my funeral, trying to stop your tears
There are others with me, now
Others who have died, others who have been killed as I was
But there are those of us who all died on that fateful 9-11
So I wish you to not look back
I did what I was meant to do, and died in a honorable situation
So do not forget, and tell our son that his daddy died to save lives
Wipe the tears from his eyes, and dry the tears from yours
I want you to know that I am here as I always be, waiting for you and my family.

HEROES GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

One Tuesday in September
with a flash in the sky
Countless lives would be changed

and heroes would die

They answered the call
as they always do
But this day was different
as all of them knew

They entered the towers
with fear but still brave
One thought on their minds
"there are people to save."

Like angels and saints
they went racing in
A race against time
that some did not win.

Thoughts of saving others
the only thoughts on their minds
Not one single person
would they leave behind.

With others running out
they charged in so strong
So many that entered
will be gone for too long

The numbers they saved
are incredible indeed
Through their actions that day
an entire country was freed

Their actions define BRAVERY
a word heard every day
But when we talk about them
its never been used in this way

We call them heroes
but don't say it to them
They'll only deny it
they stay modest to the end

The heroes they'll say
are the ones that are gone
They sacrificed everything
so others could go on

Words can not express
the admiration we feel
For those who save strangers
we just thank God they are real

So next time you pass
a hero like this
Acknowledge their worth
with a "hello sir or miss"

The country will mourn forever
this tragic day
When so many of our heroes
were suddenly taken away

But rest assured
the next disaster we face
These brave men and women
will have more heroes in their place

On that Tuesday in September
with that flash in the sky
Countless lives changed forever
BUT OUR HEROES DID NOT DIE.

God Bless America

God Bless America's, Tuesday 11th of September
As tragedy struck New York's World Trade Centre
Two hijacked aircraft hit the famous twin towers
Beyond the control of everyone's powers

Nothing could be done but to watch in disbelief
As the world shared in New York City's grief
An unexpected shock as the towers came down
While servicemen attempted to evacuate downtown

Never in history have we witnessed such a terrible crime
And altered forever, the New York skyline
A country brought to a standstill as the world looked on
God Bless these landmarks and people - now gone

Innocent people lost lives and loved ones
Husbands, wives, daughters and sons
The pentagon in USA's Washington DC
Was the next horrific sight the world would see

Pennsylvania, another tragedy we could do nothing for
The world watches all this news unfold in awe
More victims, more deaths, more tears and sorrow
A brighter future we hope for tomorrow

God Bless America and the victims of all four flights
The world will never forget the heart wrenching sights
Police, paramedics and firemen, their lives they gave
For this "Land of the free and home of the brave"

Now the US states will join as one
To ensure that justice will now be done
"Indivisible with liberty and justice for all"
Schoolchildren's voices echo before morning roll call

Never to forget this day, we will fly
American flags in the blue sky
United countries from near and far
Will join in prayer - God Bless America.

Onward Christian Soldier

Therefore take up the whole armor of GOD
that you may be able to withstand in the Evil day,
having done all to stand.

Having girded your waist with the truth.
Having put on the breastplate of righteousness.
Having shod your feet with the preparation of the gospel of peace.

Having upon your head the helmet of salvation.
Having taken up the sword of the spirit,
which is the word of GOD.

Above all taking the shield of faith
with which you will be able to quench
all the fiery darts of the wicked one.

Peace to the brethren and love with faith
in GOD our FATHER and the LORD JESUS CHRIST.
Grace be with all of you
who love our LORD JESUS CHRIST in sincerity.

AMEN

JUDGEMENT

TO THE COWARD HIDING BEHIND THAT EVIL AND REPULSIVE SMILE…
YOUR TIME IS SHORT.
YOU SHOOK OUR NATION WITH YOUR ACT OF TERRORISM
BUT YOU ONLY SHOOK US AWAKE.
YOU THINK YOU HAVE ACCOMPLISHED YOUR MISSION
BUT YOU HAVE ONLY SUCCEEDED IN SIGNING YOUR DEATH WARRANT.
I WANT YOU TO LOOK AT THE CRUMPLED STRUCTURES
AND I WANT YOU TO LAUGH YOUR VILE LAUGHTER FOR THE LAST TIME.
KNOW THAT ALL THE MONEY IN THE WORLD WILL NOT HIDE YOUR FILTHY BODY.
LOOK CLOSELY AND YOU WILL SEE MOVEMENT IN THE RUBBLE..DO YOU SEE IT?
THERE IT IS AGAIN!
WATCH AS SHE RAISES FROM THE DESTRUCTION,
BRISTLES HER FEATHERS AND SHAKES THE DUST FROM HER BODY.
BE AMAZED AND IN AWE AS SHE SPREADS HER POWERFUL WINGS.
GAZE INTO HER EYES AND SEE THE FURY THAT RAGES IN HER HEART.
AS SHE TAKES TO FLIGHT STARE LONG AND HARD
AT THE RED WHITE AND BLUE FLAG IN HER SHARP TALONS.
AS SHE SOARS ABOVE AND OLD GLORY UNFURLS
YOUR SICKENING SMILE WILL FADE TO A LOOK OF TERROR FOR THE GRIM REAPER IS NIGH.
PRAY TO YOUR god AND KNOW he WILL NOT HEAR YOUR PLEA.
GO TO YOUR DEATH KNOWING THAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO STAND IN JUDGEMENT BEFORE MY GOD!

Shifts Over

We watched as you pinned on your badge for the very first time.
You had trained and studied; learning what was needed to do the job
you would be called upon to do.
How you proudly stood at attention, saluting and repeating the oath,
vowing to give your all and do your best.
But now, shifts over...
lie down and rest.

You left early in the morn, while we slept snug and warm
Just as often you returned in late even'tide when,
long before, we had retired.
You sacrificed your rest and time that we could live and laugh
work and play, knowing we were safe, vowing to give your all and do your best.
But now, shifts over...
lie down and rest.

When we called you answered, whether friend or foe, neighbor or stranger.
You risked life and limb, comfort and safety, always to ensure that we
enjoyed home and workplace, recreation and employment.
You gave of yourself dutifully to the searching faces and pleading hands
reaching to you for help; responding quickly to the slightest call,
vowing to give your all and do your best.
But now, shifts over...
lie down and rest.

Now we stand, sad and somber, quietly listening to Tap's final song.
You answered the call and gave your all as you responded to the last bell of Destiny's alarm.
One last time you pinned on your badge and honored your oath;
seeing nameless faces and unknown grasping hands
You kept your vow, you gave your all, you did your very best.
But now, shifts over...
lie down and rest.

America will never forget you.

People of Strength

From miles away we see the pain,
We see the sadness and the stain
One second, one minute and a thousand days
Is what it took for the path ahead to become a big haze.

Seas, oceans and countries, so far away,
But we'll make it, and we promise to stay
From Australia we come to help and to relieve
Any lost hopes or dreams and to encourage you to believe.

May god be with the people of power,
With the people who are so strong,
And for the people who give the world such wisdom,
May you carry on these deeds.

Names

Life with out them would be insane,
Everyone would be so vain.
No one understands the things that they do,
But what if they decided not to protect you?

You would be lost alone and in pain,
Then would you remember their names?
The names that help in times of need,
The names, that come, and protects you from thieves.

The never complain about what they do,
And they are usually Oh so true.
So what would it hurt just to stop and say,
Thank you officers and have a nice day?

God Bless America -Its Me and You

Early one morning - a September Day
People headed out- on their merry way
Day turned to darkness- with us asking why
Planes of pleasure -forced from the sky

America was dealt -a cowardly blow
Its world trade centers -were targets below
Planes headed down- driven by hate
Pictures of horror -were the victims fate

If the towers could have- held out a hand
They would have cradled- their fellow man
All they could do- was shed a tear
pilots of evil -were drawing near

Explosions ,fire, smoke- filled the air
Destruction and chaos- was everywhere
The pentagon suffered- a spineless attack
Heroes had taken -another plane back

Rescue workers-arrived on the scene
Risking their lives- remaining serene
Crashing towers- buildings in flames
Innocent lives lost-so many names

United we stand -Red White and Blue
In God we trust - seeing us through
May his hand guide -all that we do
God Bless America-Red White and Blue

U.S. Citizens

Till they dance, till they sing, no more.
How many hearts wait for word, no more,
as sirens wail and whistles blow. No More!

Policeman, fireman, citizen and military alike,
they are true heroes, now gone, now no more!
Fine innocent men and women, once standing tall,
who fell for nothing this day, now no more!
By a tragic attack on freedom, a madman's lunacy.
These living towers have gone, to dust, to dust,
victims who looked alike, who fell together,
buildings and all, now no more!
These are our brothers and sisters in time this day,
just helping out one another. Dear God; No More!
Now holding open Heaven's door, they wait,
they watch, they pray from above for us.
So what do we do, what can we do?
We come together to rejoice and build
in their name, that's what we do,
that's what they want! And we sing:

"New York! New York! Forevermore,
and to hell with you bin Laden. Nevermore!"

The World We Live In

The world is such a violent place.
From gangs, drugs, murder, and rapes.
How do we survive in the world today?

There's only one thing I want to say.
Who are the ones who protect us through all the long days & nights?
Who are the ones who keep the streets safe & end all the fights?
Who are the ones who risk their lives to protect ours?

I'll tell you who they are,
They are the ones who get shot at every single day & night.
They are the ones, who put their lives on the line,
while we lie in bed each night.

They put us first & their own lives second,
just so we won't have to feel one ounce of pain.
But what happens when one gets slain?

Does anyone know?
Does anyone care?

Except for their family & friends,
who sit there in tears,
with no one to protect them from their nightmares & fears.

The pain they go through,
just because someone had to kill a cop.
Even though the killer will be punished,
the pain is there forever.

So do you think it's all worth it?
All the crime & sin.
It's just
The world we live in.

I Just Can't Say Goodbye

Sometimes I wish I were someone else, when in reality it's supposed to
be this way. Sometimes I think about you and wish you were here with me
as I go through all this stuff life deals. It's like a deck of cards being dealt to
me. Sometimes I look to my King for answers to the questions in my head.
You know you always hear how everyone is sorry about what happened
and they don't know the words to say. All I know is that somehow hurts
you more inside because its like you finally realize all that's really happening
and they don't understand that I just want to be alone and remember you.
When you went so did part of me and although I know I can't ever get that part of me back.
It seems to make me think your not really gone your coming back for me soon.
I don't really understand why things turned out like this.
Some people suck it up and say it was just your time to go. They all ask me if I'm doing all right but,
how would they feel if they were me? Your legend is still gonna live inside me.
Everything you want me to do don't worry I'll do it. There are a lot of things I regret that I did or didn't do.
I don't think I made you feel loved enough. I know your watching over me and I hope I'm pleasing you.
I can only imagine what is like where you are. I find myself wondering what your last thought was.
They all say " you never know what you got till it's gone," and it's true.
I never really knew how much you were in my life.
I'm gonna miss you , but I just can't say GOODBYE.

Two Words

"What are the two words a cop dreads to hear?"
"Easy, 'no donuts!'"

I remember laughing at that-
The bumper stickers that said
"Bad Cop, No Donut"
"DARE To Keep Cops Off Donuts"

I laughed at all that…
until I saw his face.
Hardly a kid,
yet barely an adult.

The kind of person Mom would have
wanted me to ask to the prom.
Kinda handsome,
but not obnoxiously manly.

He looked like he could hold the world
in the palm of his hand…
…but he was in the hospital,
fighting for his life.

Suddenly, the donut jokes
lost their humor for good.
Head pounding,
heart racing, brain frying,-soul praying…

until my prayers were
brutally mocked six days later.
A mother without a son…
A buddy without a partner…
A world without a protector.

Amazing how the papers can
punch you in the face like that.
I didn't know this man,
but a part of me died with him.

The words they use
to explain the "story"
Billions of words
going through my brain…
Two billion words…
Two million words…
Two thousand words…
Two hundred words…
Twenty words…

down to just two words…
the two words a cop
most dreads to hear…

"Officer down."

THE CALL

The call came in and they were gone,
racing through the lonely streets at the break of dawn.

They were there to help, to do what they could,
to serve and protect, because noone else would.

Insults and taunts they took in stride,
they knew their job mattered and in that, they took ride.

Most folks were unpleasant and put them down,
loudly complained when they were around.

Yet they knew should they need them they need only call,
and they would respond and give them their all.

The danger was real, day after day,
but they never hesitated to step in harms way.

That was the oath they¹d sworn to uphold,
like those brave noble knights from days of old.

They never knew what the call would mean;
that there is no such thing, for police, as routine.

The shots rang out loud and clear,
every cop¹s nightmare, every cop¹s fear.

His days on the job had come to an end,
leaving his partner without his best friend.

Before a sea of blue, tears fell from this tough cop¹s eyes,
as torn with grief he said his final goodbyes.

One was now in a club he¹d hoped never to join,
partners left behind who continue to mourn.

His wife and kids love him, he knows that is true
and how deeply he loves them, he knows that too
But it¹s all different now, without his brother in blue

He¹ll carry on and continue the fight,
but a part of him died with his partner that night.

FEAR IN THE LINE OF DUTY

WILL IT COME FOR ME OR THOSE THAT I CARE
WILL IT BE SILENT
WHISPER-OR JUST BE THERE

MY BROTHER, MY PARTNER, MY FRIEND
WHO WILL IT HURT LESS
IT WON'T MATTER IN THE END

AS I HEAR IT ON THE RADIO
BROADCAST TIME AFTER TIME
I SAY TO MYSELF
THANK GOD- IT WASN'T ONE OF MINE

I MADE A CHOICE NOT OVER VANITY OR GREED
TO DO MY JOB-BE A COP
HELP PEOPLE IN NEED

I SENSE WHEN DANGER IS NEAR
AS IT SLICES THROUGH MY SOUL
LIKE A KNIFE- FEAR

I UNFOLD THIS DOLLAR BILL
WRINKLED WITH DUST
AND I CHUCKLE AS I READ
"IN GOD WE TRUST"

THE CHOSEN FEW

From this one town
a few were found
brave enough to answer the call.
They acted courageous knowing full well
they might sacrifice their all.

They faced the night
with a tremendous fight,
not knowing the pain that would be felt by all,
because now their names were to be added to the "Wall".

Their courageous last stand with weapons in hand
will always be remembered in this now quiet land.

They wore a star or a shield
and were sworn to protect everyone in the field.
They gave their lives with a fight
now they can soon see the light,
from the Lord up above
who always shows his eternal love.
They say O' Lord with their tears in hand,
please let us be the last who have fallen from this land.

AMERICA'S MOST STRONGEST

I'd like to say thank you for all that you do...
I admire your courage, our children do too

I fear for these cops, I'm not kidding, I do
They look after my brothers...... they watch over you.

So who is expressing merit, and who is giving praise,
To these officers and troopers...... that suffer many days.

We cannot sense their sorrow, we cannot read their mind
And what about the children that they yet need to find?

Who wants to deal with torture, and rape cases
Cops gamble their lives with shoot outs and car chases

So who desires this job? And who the hell wants these hours
The gun, the badge, the police officer powers?

But oh, the crack house, the cartels and more
The junkies on the streets, just looking to score

Some meth, some coke, some pcp too,..

they don't care about us, or the men in blue.

They will kill and they will murder with little remorse
Doesn't matter if your married, single or divorced.

Doesn't matter if you have kids, as they await for you to come home
Misery loves company...........they will never be alone.

They are taking you with them, like it or not...
this is your job and here's what you got

A lifeless human being with no sense of care
Yelling and screaming life is not fair

He pulls out his gun, and waves it in spite
Screaming "Life is not equal among the blacks and the whites"!

Your first reaction is too pull yours too
But there's always someone out there quicker than you.

You are taught to be tough and trained to be bold
Your objective is noble and your heart is like gold!

GRIEVE NOT FOR ME

Grieve not for me for it has been ordained,
that my journey here be short.
Grieve not for me for my loyal presence
will ever remain in your heart.

I was sent to be a Guardian,
for the Guardians of Law in Blue.
A fearless, noble protector,
with a bond that few can construe.

With character unshakable,
and senses that are well heightened,
I was sent to be a defender,
so that your burden here would be lightened.

Grieve not for me for in heavenly blue,
our reunion day will come.
Grieve not for me for as partners again,
We will defend a greater Kingdom.

A Fallen Friend

As the cold lonesome wind blew a group of officers
gathered around the flag pole in the middle of the night.
The officers ranged from rookies to seasoned veterans,
each having their own memories of him.

There were no words spoken
as the red and blue lights pierced the darkness.
The stinging tears flowed for a fallen friend
as all eyes watched Old Glory being lowered to half-mast.

The only sound to be heard
was the old flag popping in the wind.
After a moment of silence
the group then fell out one by one
and the flashing lights were extinguished
as each officer drove slowly into the night.

A great Man once said that
He knew each time a sparrow falls.
So now Dear Lord hear our cries
and feel our pain for this time... it was an Eagle.

Guaranteed Things

The past several months have been quite a slow go
Like watching from afar a mystifying show
The nights and days have become just a blur
A hellish nightmare from which one can't stir

Then without any knowledge of how it could be
The blur goes away and we start to clearly see
A strength from within holds us up for the fight
With a warm inner peace, our soul becomes light

When A Police Officer dies, there are some guaranteed things
Most surely of which is that their badge turns into wings
Wings of an Angel that they will now be
Not confined by the body, their souls to fly free

If they could talk to us now, they would likely just say
Remember me often at least once a day
When you feel warmth surround you, as you lay down at night
Know that it's me, saying I'm ok… it's alright

They may be gone from our sight, but not from our heart
Making ready for us, when it's our time to part
Together again… we will all someday be
Giving strength to others, because now… we fly free

NEW BEAT

An angel He directs to find
For each his own kind
For those that have gone before
To lead him now to the new shore.

An officer Angel did lead the way
A fellow officer to his new day
The officer's new beat found
to God's own officer's ground.

God bless all those before , those now , and the ones he will call.

THE MONUMENT

I NEVER DREAMED IT WOULD BE ME
MY NAME FOR ALL ETERNITY
RECORDED HERE AT THIS HALLOWED PLACE
ALAS, MY NAME, NO MORE MY FACE

" IN THE LINE OF DUTY" I HEAR THEM SAY
MY FAMILY NOW THE PRICE WILL PAY
MY FOLDED FLAG STAINED WITH THEIR TEARS
WE ONLY HAD THOSE FEW SHORT YEARS

THE BADGE NO LONGER ON MY CHEST
I SLEEP NOW IN ETERNAL REST
MY SWORD I PASS TO THOSE BEHIND
AND PRAY THEY KEEP THIS THOUGHT IN MIND

I NEVER DREAMED IT WOULD BE ME
AND WITH HEAVY HEART AND BENDED KNEE
I ASK FOR ALL HERE FROM THE PAST
DEAR GOD, LET MY NAME BE THE LAST

OUR HEROES IN BLUE

We gather today to remember, the sacrifices our loved ones have made.
We will never forget those loved ones, and the terrible price they have paid.
Their courage, dedication and professionalism will forever be alive in our hearts.
May God, in His infinite power, help to mend those broken parts.

There is no greater pain, then the loss of those we love,
But we pray you will find inner strength, with guidance from the Lord above.
It's a very tough journey you are faced with, but together we can all make it through.
So, we gather today to remember, and share the love for
"Our Heroes in Blue."

We know they are watching us now, and so proud that you're all here.
They would like to see smiles not sadness; see hope in your eyes not fear.
They are at peace with the Lord up in heaven, and they would like us to be at peace too.
They know in their hearts how we miss them, and they want you to know they miss you.

May you all find some solace in knowing, that in God's eyes, they did not die in vain.
They gave their lives doing a job they believe in, and it hurts them to see you in pain.
So as we pray for those loved ones we lost, They would like us to pray too;
For the brave men and women still out there, their Brothers and Sisters in Blue.

UNKNOWN

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep


I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond's glint on snow


I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn's rain

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand on my grave and cry
I am not there. I did not die
Unknown

Just Reward

The police officer stood and faced
his Maker, which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, police officer
how shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To your Maker, have you been true?"

The police officer, with squared shoulders, said
"No sir, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us 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 tough.

But I never took a penny,
that wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
when the bills just got too steep.

And I never passed by a cry for help
though sometimes I shook with fear,
and sometimes, please 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 their fears.

But if you have a place for me here,
well...it need not be too grand.
I never expected or had too much
so if you don't...I'll understand."

There was silence all around the room
where the saints respectfully stood.
As the police officer waited quietly,
for the judgment...bad or good.

"Step forward now police officer,
you've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets;
you've done your time in Hell."

Dear God, I Miss My Daddy

My daddy is a policeman, he wears a suit of blue;
he didn't come home from work last night,
mommy says he's in heaven with you.

I'm worried about my daddy Lord,
he's never been away this long before;
mommy cried when she told me we
that wouldn't see daddy no more

I don't know what it was
that mommy was trying to explain;
she said the police were after a bad man,
and somehow my daddy was slain.

Now I don't know what that means Lord,
all I know is we miss daddy a lot;
because tomorrow is my birthday,
and I sure hope he hasn't forgot.

Lord if my daddy is up there in heaven,
please tell him as soon as he is free;
to hurry back home as fast as he can,
because we miss him, mommy and me.

Thank you God, Amen

"A MAN IN BLUE"

A man in blue has lost his life
in service of law.
The love that makes this sacrifice
is the greatest love of all.

A Police man was killed today,
the reason I cannot say.
I don't know why he had to die.
The man in blue died for me and you;
we must remember him too.

Flags fly low, let use bow in prayer
for fallen police men everywhere;
and remember this:
that they are missed.
The badge burns bright like an evening star
free from a world of war.

A Part Of America Died

Somebody killed a Policeman today,
and a part of America died.
A piece of our country he swore to protect,
will be buried with him at his side.

The suspect that shot him will stand up in court,
with counsel demanding his rights.
While a young widowed mother must work for her kids,
and spend many long, lonely nights.

The beat that he walked was a battle field too,
just as if he'd gone off to war.
Though the flag of our nation won't fly at half mast,
to his name they will add a gold star.

Yes, somebody killed a policeman today,
in your hometown or in mine.
While we slept in comfort behind our locked doors,
a cop put his life on the line.

Now his ghost walks a beat on a dark city street,
and he stands at each rookies side.
He answered the call, of himself gave his all,

And A Part Of America Died.

I lay here wondering why

I lay here wondering why
why you are not here
you died honoring your town
and now your town is honoring you

We watched the medic speed away
and we just can't help saying,
It could of been me being taken away

The word is out
The headlines read
"A COP IS DEAD"
it shouldn't be

The flags are low
The blue lines are forming
and the bagpipes are drowning
our tears of sorrow.

As the days are passing
The pain is easing
And we will never forget
The way you were living.

"Let us remember
its not how they died
but the way they
lived:"

LAWMAN'S LADY

IT SEEMS I SPEND MY LIFE WAITING
FOR HIM TO COME HOME OR CALL,
BUT THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING GOING DOWN
AND HE'S GOT TO BE PART OF IT ALL.

THE JOB NEVER ENDS PROMPTLY AT FIVE,
THAT'S WHEN EVERYTHING JUST COMES ALIVE.
THE PAPERWORK TOO, IT NEVER ENDS;
YOU TRY EXPLAINING ALL THIS TO YOUR FRIENDS.

I'VE COUNTED BURNT DINNERS, LONELY EVENINGS AND SUCH,
IT'S HARD TO BE PATIENT WHEN HE'S ALWAYS OFF IN A RUSH.
BUT HE LOVES WHAT HE'S DOING,
I CAN TELL BY HIS FACE,WHEN HE COMES HOME TO ME SAYING
THEY'VE CLOSED ANOTHER TOUGH CASE.

IT SEEMS I SPEND MY LIFE WAITING
FOR HIM TO COME HOME OR TO CALL.
FOR THAT'S A PART OF THE LIFE I HAVE CHOSEN
AND I HAVE NO REGRETS AT ALL.

FOR I AM A LAWMAN'S LADY,
PEOPLE SAY WE'RE A BREED APART.
THAT IT TAKES A SPECIAL WOMAN
TO HAVE A PLACE IN A COP'S HEART.

AND SO I'LL KEEP ON WAITING
FOR HIM TO COME HOME OR JUST CALL,
AND PRAY THAT THERE WILL NEVER BE A DAY
WHEN MY MAN WON'T COME HOME AT ALL.

"The Boy"

Mom and her son strolling down the street,
Passed a policeman walking his beat,
Mom says to her son, "See that man?
When you need help, he'll do all he can."

"He'll protect you when things get too tough,
He'll save you when people get too rough.
He'll stop you from doing something bad,
He'll comfort you if you are alone and sad."

The young officer turned with a smile,
He said, "That's the best thing I've heard in awhile.
It's nice to know you feel that way,
Because we sure don't hear it everyday."

The boy passed the officer all the time before school,
He began to think being a cop would be cool.
"If I could wear that badge and have a gun,
Shooting up bad guys could be tons of fun."

Then one day the boy thought and found,
That for days had not seen his friend around.
His mom said "I've got bad news for you
Because there is something sad we must go do."

The boy wore a nice shirt and had his shoes tied,
While his mom told him his friend the officer had died.
He left his friends, his family, his wife,
All just to protect his way of life.

The boy has now grown into a man,
And he is protecting us in the only way he can.
He passes a mom and young boy on the street,
While he is out walking his beat.

The little boy looked at the new officer in awe,
Like he was the neatest thing that he ever saw.
The young cop crouched down with a smile,
And said to the mom, "That's the best thing I've seen in awhile."

~ Protecting Us Below ~

On the night they found you there,
your life was taken without a care.
As every brother and sister arrived,
uncontrollably we wept, we cried.

Knowing we have to make a start,
to fill the void deep within our heart.
Even tho' you have left us behind,
you'll always be with us in heart, spirit and mind.

Reunited one day we shall be,
No longer victims on the 'Streets of Misery'.
But til' the day we meet again,
I will cherish the memories of my brother, my friend.

Not gonna' sit at your grave and cry,
instead I will smile...lookin' up to the sky.
You'll be up where all angels in blue go,
protecting your brothers and sisters below.
~ m2 ~

Today my brother died

Brothers and Sisters and family,
Today my brother died. I didn't know him, and would have passed him on the
street if we would have both been in civilian clothes. I never spoke his
name, or he mine, yet today my brother died. Each and every time I read of
the tragic death of a fellow officer I look at my family and hold them a
little bit closer. I selfishly feel thankful I'm in the safety, and sanctity
of my home, with my family, yet today my brother died.

I know today is different from others because there is a clinging sense of
tragedy, and a burning deep inside that screams out why! I know how, and
where, and when, and sometimes who, committed this senseless murder of my
brother. Yet how do I explain to his child waiting to be born, why? I have
to have an explanation, because life does go on. Being a caregiver by nature
and a person who has to makes sense of the senseless, I have to somehow
understand. I know he was a good and just man, who everyday put his life on
the line for people he also didn't know, by name or face. He kissed his wife
and said goodbye to his unborn child before leaving for work today, and
generally felt good about the world, because his first child was on the way.
A smile was still in his soul, along with the remembrance of his wife's
gentle touch. He left the warmth and safety of his home to travel the
streets of his city to "Serve and Protect". He swore an oath to put his life
before the lives of others. Today my brother died!

Before today I didn't personally know him, and in fact, I have never been to
his city. Still he is, and will always be my brother. We come from a very
large family. We are spread thinly around this world. We are of different
backgrounds, and creeds, and religions, and have some different beliefs, and
thoughts, yet we share many of the same ideals. We believe in the, laughter,
and smile of an innocent child. We honor and respect those who deserve to be
honored, and respected. We know that Justice will prevail in the end. We
have and share many other beliefs, but we believe foremost in the "Thin Blue
Line". Today my brother died. His memory will never be forgotten by his
family and friends around the world.

Letter to a Veteran Police Officer

Have you ever wondered what dispatchers think of you?
It's hard for us to understand the hell that you go through.
You told me once that you have been a cop for many years.
You briefly talked of good times, but never of your fears.

Every day you prattle on, your chatter fills the air.
I sometimes wonder if you have a clue who's in my chair.
My nerves seem wrapped around my throat; I wait for your "10-4."
I breathe a little better when I hear your voice once more.

Life would become difficult for those you left behind
If you were cut down needlessly by a fool who lost his mind.
I imagine that it's on your mind each time you draw your gun.
I think about it every day before my work is begun.

I see the black band on your badge and it gives me a chill
To recognize the darkest evil lives in this world still.
I force myself to smile when I know you're watching me.
I'm hoping that you'll never ask, "Is that a tear I see?"

It troubles me to think that I may not hear you again,
You're much more than a cop to me - you have been my friend.
If anything should happen, I would miss you every day.
I promise you I'll do my best so harm won't come your way.

But sometimes I don't have control; it's then I say a prayer.
Help me, Lord, to keep them safe - let them know I care.
Don't let them know I worry, just let them be all right.
I pray that You'll be with them throughout the day and night.

Lord, if their lives are ended by bullet, crash or knife,
I ask that You would be there with their grieving husband or wife.
Let their children be comforted, knowing until the end
It was the good of all mankind their parent did defend.

There's never time to say this when I'm on the radio,
But I have two things to ask of you, old cop, before I go.
I really do respect you; you've survived the job this long.
Please answer when I call you, and forgive me when I'm wrong.

Copyright 1998

Heaven Street

We may not ever understand
just why you died by your own hand.
The darkest demons brought you pain
that only death would cause to wane.

For many years you packed a gun
and took good care of everyone.
It was so tough to stay so strong,
the road you traveled hard and long.

But now you've gone to walk a beat
on some gold-paved heaven street.
The angels will rest well forever
and we will take comfort together.

Lay down your burdens one by one
the time for healing has begun.
In memory we love you still
and you know that we always will.

JUST A COP

The funeral line was long,
There's an awful lot of cars.
Folks came out of the restaurants,
They came out of the bars.
The workers at construction sights
All let their hammers drop.
Someone asked, "What is all this for?"
And they said, "Aw, just a cop."

Some chuckled at the passing cars,
Some shed a silent tear.
Some people said "It's stupid."
"All these dumb policemen here.
"How come the're not out fightin' crime?
"Or in a donut shop?"
"Sure is a lot of trouble for
"Someone who's just a cop."

They blocked the intersections,
They blocked the interstate.
People yelled and cursed,
"Damn, it's gonna make me late!"
"This is really ridiculous!"
"They're makin' us all stop!"
"It seems they sure are wastin' time
"On someone who's just a cop."

Into the cemetery now,
The slow procession comes.
The woeful Taps are slowly played,
There's loud salutes from guns.
The graveyard workers shake their heads.
"This service is a flop.
"There's lots of good words wasted,
"On someone who's just a cop."

Yea, just a cop to most folks.
Did his duty every day.
Tryin' to protect us,
Till they took his life away.
And when he got to heaven,
St. Peter put him at the top.
An angel asked him, "Who was that?"
And he said, "Aw, just a cop."

LOD

There lie you.
Steam from your spilling essence
On asphalt cold
Rises to follow your departing soul.

The vile missiles did their work
Uncaring.

Grief shrill and tearing
Like an avalanche
Permeates the family blanket
Rendering the cloth holy
To be held tightly
When come the demons of this hour.

Your shield bright
Now a longboat carrying you home
Inscribed are your deeds thereon
For us all, and each of us.

Work you no more this nite
Your duty done not by your hand.

Lightened, you are carried home
To deserved peace.
==================================
I awoke to a morning born in paradise. The mountains were etched by the
rising sun, green and lush, the shadows carving the folds in ever
changing shapes. It is my birthday and I have lived to be 58. There
were times I should not have survived, and I am filled with gratitude to
have my life. I know I owe my life to those who have given that last
measure, without thought. It is to them, and those who will follow that
I write this meager attempt at honoring their sacrifice.

This is for all who gave that last measure of devotion..

Red Angels

We see them out there everyday.
But no one takes the time to say thank you
They never stop to shake the hand
And say you know I understand
Why you do what you do

The only time most people care
The only time they come around
Is when they put it on the air
That another one has gone down

Do you ever think about the ones who fall
Who try to save the world
Then lose it all
Those who fight for your lives
No matter what the cost
Their blood has spilled for you
No matter what you do
They give their lives for you
God bless the fallen few
The Red Angels

They try to do what's right
When everyone else does wrong
They're the ones who stand and fight
Against those who do us harm
They don't ask for thank you's
And they don't ask for fame
But have you ever taken time
To even ask their name?

And
Do you ever think about the ones who fall
Who try to save the world
Then lose it all

Those who fight for your lives
No matter what the cost
Their blood has spilled for you
No matter what you do
They give their lives for you
God bless the fallen few
The Red Angels
God hold them and love them
Bless them and protect them
And keep then the fallen few
The Red Angels

STORM TROOPERS

There is a Storm raging in the air
it can't be escaped for it rages everywhere,
There is a storm raging in the air
who will protect us, who will be there?
There is a storm raging in the air
Yet all around us the calm seems to remain
Could it be from that officer standing there?
When the Storm is raging, and all seems hopeless
there is always a Storm Trooper waiting to fight the Storm,
These figures of force will stand the test to defend you
from the raging winds of crime. Some have fallen to the Storms,
but none have "gone silently into the night"
they have battled the elements of man and God
to protect you with their very lives.

When you see the Raging Storm on its approach,
look to the Storm Trooper as he is standing his ground
in the midst of the chaos.
For they stand upon the bodies of their Brothers and Sisters
that have battled the Storms before them.
They have many names, Officer, Deputy, Trooper
and they wear many colors, blue, brown, and green.
They have spilled their red blood into the streets.

These men and women who Battle the Raging Storm are not Heroes,
not Super beings, nor do they have special powers
with which to do battle. They do so because they are Storm Troopers,
born to stand the very ground they have been buried upon.

THERE IS A STORM RAGING IN THE AIR

For everyone that has dared to rage against the Storm

THE THIN BLUE LINE

There is a line
the color of the sky
on a clear afternoon

There is a line
the hue of the ocean
on a bright sunny day

There is a line
the purest shade of a newborn's eyes
awakening for the first time

There is a line
that protects us from harm
in all we do
whether day or night

There is a line
no one can penetrate
no one can alleviate

There is a line
made of those who choose
to follow a calling many do not hear
and still more do not comprehend

They choose to walk
the path of fear, hate and mistrust
taken by so few
yet marked by so many

And when one leaves this line
they leave a legacy
but the line does not break
for the remaining must still protect

There may be emptiness
a loss, or sadness
but never a hole
not in this line

This line that holds
the ghosts of the souls who have gone
and the souls of the ghosts who will be
THE THIN BLUE LINE

On A Shield Of Gold

The sounds you hear are the slow beat of hero drums, the wailing of
sirens as beacons in the night, guiding the angels blue who have gone
before to our brother, no longer mortal, no longer in pain. Bear him
up, you angels, on a shield of gold bestowed on this warrior for brave
and selfless deeds so that all may see and hear your chants of lineage.
Fly the siren's path, guiding him home again, to reunion with brothers
and sisters of the Shield, joyous in the knowledge he gave the full
measure of devotion. Make proud his family and colleagues, fortifying
them with that certain knowledge he is home, in no stress, awaiting
their arrival. He will protect from above, never losing the vigil, and
we must all know this.

Another brother, another space to fill. Attention, right step one,
halt, hand salute, two. We are not diminished, we are strengthened and
present a tighter phalanx, driven to protect and serve. Semper Fi, our
brother.
With Sad, but proud Aloha

A Policeman Was Killed Last Night

A policeman was killed last night.
He died while protecting your rights.
His creed was to protect and serve.
This fate he didn't deserve.
A mom and dad have lost a son.
So many other jobs he could've done.
His wife and kids are left alone.
Their daddy won't be coming home.
His fellow officers are hurt so deep.
For a fallen brother they weep.
The morning paper will print a story.
About a policeman who died in glory.
The flags will fly at half mast.
Politicians and citizens will seem sad.
The funeral is tomorrow at noon.
It will all be over very soon.
By next week they will have forgot.
That a policeman was killed last night.

A Patrolman's Departure

They are standing straight and stoic, they are standing glove-to-glove,
It is raining, it is freezing, but they stand for pain and love.
Their hat-brims hide the hatred and the torture in their eyes,
They cannot help but feel the void when one of their own dies.
The service now is over and the widow staggers out,
All arms now at attention as the bagpipes cry and shout.
Flag-draped casket on six shoulders, could this day get any worse?
A salute's the silent answer as they load him in the hearse.
The speeches done, the songs are sung, it's time now for a ride,
The cortege is enormous, like a head-of-state has died,
The lights roll infinitum and the grief is crawling past,
Us citizens just stand there, we are watching to the last.
We wonder at the pageantry, our heads shake in despair,
We think, as the three-shot volley pierces through the morning air,
"Oh, this didn't have to happen, what an awful tragic day,"
"In this sea of hurt and anguish, how will Justice find its way?"
But as the ranks disperse and as they trudge back to their cars,
We know that for the killer await four walls of iron bars.
They'll put aside their grief just like they're trained so well to do,
For even crafty killers can't evade this mass of blue.
So the funeral has ended, and the mayor has gone home,
I've heard some people question, "are we well within the zone,"
"To put on such a costly show for cops just pounding pavement?"
But how can we sit 'round and judge a slain cop's final payment?
To say it's inappropriate, to question it with scorn,
Shows that you know nothing of the target that is worn,
On every good cop's shirt or vest, on every trooper's heart,
It calls out like a bullseye, it is simply called the badge.

The Shield

A cop was killed one somber night,
They buried him today.
He gave his life to do a job.
A wooden box his pay.

Taps were played and the shots were fired
That signified the loss.
They echoed 'cross the lonely land.
All eyes stared at the cross.

The folded flag was passed along
To his widow's shaking hands.
She held her daughter in her arms,
And answered her demands.

"So cry, my dear, don't hold it back,
Don't lock it up inside.
We loved him so and he loved us,
He served his land with pride."

"He gave his life to do a job,
That others could not do.
He proudly wore that silver shield,
With pride we'll miss him too."

The young lass, with tear-filled eyes,
Then turned and faced her mother.
"This promise I give, I vow today,
I'll never give another."

"Some day I too will wear the blue
And stand among the best.
I'll serve my land and do my job,
Dad's badge pinned to my chest."

"But if I too should fall some day,
Fighting to hold that line,
Then take the badge from off my chest,
Give me my box of pine."

"And take that badge and keep it bright,
For there will come another,
Who'll pin it on a shirt of blue,
And swear that oath of honor."

"And while he stands with lifted hand,
His chest filled out with pride,
Beside and behind will stand the ones
Who served, who fought, who died."

Though officers die, families cry,
Others will come along,
To take the badge well worn with pride,
To try and right the wrong.

It's those who watch while others serve,
Who owe a debt not small.
These ones in blue, with silver shield,
Stand firm, stand fast, stand tall.

True Blue

Today a cold dead body was laid to rest,
In its new home in that garden of stone.
It might have been a father, a mother, a son, a daughter,
A brother, a sister, a husband, a wife, a friend.
Only the friends and family can tell,
For the body will never speak another word.
The family gathers around the gravesite,
Finding strength in each other.
The Honor Guard in its finest,
While uniformed comrades stand neatly in a row.
A lone trumpeter stands on a nearby hill,
While the haunting notes of Taps echoes thru and thru.
First one shot, then two and three,
Every eye is moist, weeping in sorrow.
The bagpipers play the hymn Amazing Grace,
As the body is lowered to its final resting place in the garden of stone.
To whom did this body one belong,
A Senator, a President, a soldier?
It was a soldier, a soldier on America's streets,
He wore a badge, a gun, a radio and a vest.
He dealt with the pushers, the beaters, the scum of the earth,
But he also helped the addicts, the victims, and the families.
He treated all fairly and with respect,
It was hard, but it was his job.
He suffered many pains from his job,
He drank, he smoked, he yelled and screamed.
His family, they didn't fully understand,
They knew his job was tough, but that didn't explain it all.
His wife had worried lately, worried about his safety,
She sat by the scanner night after night.
He cried at home in her arms after the tragedy,
When a drunken driver took the lives of a family.
He ranted and raved at the injustice,
When a rapist was set free to walk the streets.
Til one night when he stopped a car full of teenagers,
The car had been reported stolen, taken for a joyride.
He approached the car and spoke to the driver,
Suggested that the kid drive the car back home to his parents.
The kid agreed and his buddy called out to the officer,
When he looked, he saw a blinding flash.
He never heard a sound, he was dead before he hit the ground,
His partner returned fire, his aim was true.
A teenager, bleeding, high on more than life,
Lay there dying next to the cop whose life he had taken.
This soldier will say no goodbye to his family,
He will tell no one that he loved them before he leaves.
Today a family grieves and friends mourn,
An American street soldier was killed in action.
Today a Police Officer was laid to rest,
Today a hero was given honors and buried.
He is gone, may he nor his deeds be forgotten,
Another True Blue hero now resides in the garden of stone.

The Walk

She walked the streets we fear to walk,
Both in the dark and in the light.
She held the hand of a child in distress,
And comforted parents through their plight.
When others ran in fear,
She stood her ground.
So that for the victims,
Justice would someday be found.

She wore a uniform that bore a badge,
And a gun she preferred not to use.
Stress, anger and confusion,
Her words would somehow diffuse.
She was small in stature,
and large in heart.
But being a cop,
Is what set her apart.

Now she has left us,
This angle in blue.
This loss is greatest,
For me and for you.
Another will come,
And walk in her place.
I pray that her replacement,
Will walk in God's grace.

Sleep Well Tonight My Dear

Sleep well tonight my dear,
tonight for me you should not wait.
Kiss our children goodnight for me my dear,
for I will not be home tonight.
Teach our children well my dear,
teach them to love and not to hate.
Comfort our children my dear,
my fate they will not understand.
Tell our children over and over again my dear,
that my love for them will never cease.

To you the love of my life my dear,
for you I will always wait.
I can no longer hold your hand my dear,
kiss your lips or slip in quietly when I come home late.
The hopes and dreams and plans we made my dear,
are now yours to carry on.
Begin your life anew my dear,
look into the future not into the past.
Know that I will always love you my dear,
even though my life has been cut short.
Feel me close to you my dear,
as I walk with you day and night.
For eternity I will wait my dear,
until again we meet at heaven's gate.

Our Hero Of Blue

Our hero of blue has fallen
A time of peace is calling
For you to go with God above
He'll give you wings of blue with love
To send a message for everyone
To remember a life and what was done
A dream fulfilled of our angel of blue
We honor you for the job you swore to do
A promise was kept from a hero like you
You put your life on the line each day
To protect and serve in everyway
And to give you thanks we will do our part
To share your message and to keep you in our heart

Bill's Assignment

My heart belonged to the people,
I gave unto its cause.
A sign declaring one way
Offers no break within its law.

All lives rest within a memory,
Sometimes written in life's blood.
Costing nothing, yet everything.
When all in the duty of love.

My heart belongs to the people,
I leave behind its cause.
Friends have found its way
While others take its fall

Policeman's 23rd Psalm

The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want,
His comforting hand reduces fear to naught;
He makes me walk through streets of crime,
But He gives me courage and peace of mind.

He leads me by still waters in the path I trod,
And He says in Romans I'm a "minister of God,"
He leads me in righteousness as He restores my soul,
For His name's sake He keeps me whole.

When I walk through death's valley, right up to the door,
I will fear no evil, for He comforts me more;
For Thou art with me every step of the way,
As thy rod and thy staff protect me each day.

He prepares a table, especially for me,
As I work daily among life's enemies;
He gives me authority to uphold the law,
And He anoints my position in the midst of it all.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me,
Each day of my life through eternity;
As I long to hear Him say, "Well done...,"
When I lay down my life, my badge, and my gun.

TO ALL THE BROTHERS IN BLUE

To the brothers of my husband,
Do not weep for me.
For he always taught me,
To be strong for all and me,
His memories will echo,
Of the times of the past,
Hold on tight my sweet men,
For time goes really fast.
He touched you all in different ways,
With things he might have done.
Remember him my family men,
Not the time that has just come.
His memory will forever live,
If you hold him in your heart,
So when a memory comes to you
Close your eyes and take part.

TEARS FOR LAW ENFORCEMENT MEMBERS

For those in Law Enforcement who have been taken from their loved ones
For those in LE who are in Physical pain
For those in LE who are in Mental pain
For those in LE that we love.........

Why do we shed tears for you?

Understand that tears are the blood of the soul. It's when I cry that you can see the proof of the existence of the soul.

It's when I cry that my soul demonstrates to me to you
that it is feeling the joy or the pain of the moment.

It's when I cry that you are hearing the voice of my soul because it has no
voice of its own.
Listen to the words said through the tears to hear its message.

Because I only cry when something that has been said or done that touches me,
you will know without a doubt, when you - your words - your actions
have touched my most sacred blessed inner place,
my soul.

THE GREAT THIEF

HE AGED BEAST DOTH BRAND A HEART
SO BLACK
AS DOES THE GREAT THIEF
SPIRIT AWAY THE LIGHT.

THE CRAVING DRIVES INNARDS BARE
TO RENDER THEMSELVES
UNKILLED BY THE ACT.

NOW COMES HE
EXACTING TOLLS
FOR SHAMELESS DEEDS
THAT PRIDE HAS HIDDEN AND CONVENTION MADE DEAF.

THE SOUND EXTOLLING RELIEF
WILL ECHO SHORTLY
THEN WILL THE THIEF BE STILL
TO NOT FILL UP SUCH SPACE
AS WOULD BENEFIT OTHERS.

AS A COWARD HE GOES
SOME WILL SAY
AND TRUE
UNABLE TO HOLD SWAY THE THING
THAT WOULD VISIT
SMOTHERING .

IT PAUSES BREATH
AND SKIRTS LOVE
AND ALL THAT
WHICH CAME BEFORE .

IT WOULD BUT A MOMENT TAKE
CHARGED TO ACT
IN THIS COWARDLY MANNER
THE BEAST NE’ER TO VISIT IT’S STENCH
ON EYES UNSEEING CONSTANTLY WASHED
NOW FIXED.

THE OGRE IS DAILY FACED
AND DAILY
TURNED AWAY
MIRRORED
UNTIL IT COMES AGAIN
WHEN THE GREAT THIEF STEALS THE LIGHT.

Just a Cop

Did you know a Police Officer died last night?
Just another Cop who gave his life
Another story to fill the news
Another funeral with a sea of blue

We know that he did not want to leave
Now his brothers, sisters & family grieve
They'll lay to rest their brother with tears
A pain that will last for the rest of their years

And others will come to honor this Cop
Who in spite of the risks, would never stop
"To Serve & Protect" were just not words written as art
It was part of his soul, his body, his heart

The real pain that's felt by those left behind
Comes from the fact many people don't mind
That this hero was killed fighting for us
"He's just a cop, it's his job, why all the fuss?"

He was there when you needed, there when you called
Never asked you for praise or to thank him at all
So he's just a cop, risking his life
Catches a bullet or gets stuck with a knife

To those who say that it's just a cop's life
Did you ever stop to think, did he have a wife?
Or maybe a boy and a little girl too
Waiting for Dad who promised a trip to the Zoo

They watched out the door, with smiles and cheer
Waiting for daddy who soon should be there
But instead of his smile, come three somber cops
As they walk towards the house time suddenly stops

He won't be coming home to them anymore
Still they stand and stare out the front door
Saying My Dad was a cop…but why did he have to die?
He was kind, he was funny, just a really nice guy

No it wasn't just a cop who was killed last night
A part of us all died when they shut down his light
When it happens again, we all know that it will
Take a second to think, for a moment be still

If not for that cop, where would we be
Afraid of our shadow, not one of us free
Was the guy who just died special or not?
Yeah he sure was, …Just a Husband, a Father, a Hero, a COP.

One Never Knows

We answered the calls just as they'd come
A man with a knife, two more with a gun
Fights that broke out in back alleys and bars
Chasing down felons in fresh stolen cars

My partner and I were always ready for hell
We watched each other's back, we did it quite well
We've been shot at and missed by thugs selling rocks
We've been battered from rooftops with garbage and blocks

The word on the street was we'd take no guff
The skells would say we were fair but damn tough
Yup, ready for anything I always said
Never surprised… until I learned he was dead

See my partner worked overtime he needed more pay
He had two little boys and a girl on the way
No it wasn't a robbery or a felon on the run
He just stopped a kid, to say be careful, have fun

But the kid on the bike was high on cocaine
Now my partner lay dead, a bullet in his brain.
I miss him real bad, he thought just like me
When I'm walking my beat, his face I still see

Every call he is with me, still watching my back
His voice reminds me, don't ever slack
Take nothing for granted, keep on your toes
Cause, when's YOUR shift end?…. One never knows.

A Cops Special Day

Yesterday was a special day for me
Yesterday I got a call
Yesterday I saved a life
Yesterday I made a sacrifice
Today Is a special day for me
Today I got my picture in the paper
Today everyone's coming to visit
Today I am a hero
Tomorrow is a special day for me
Tomorrow I'll get a parade
Tomorrow all my friends will carry me
Tomorrow I'll rest eternally!

Just Daddy

To everyone else you were
That man in blue,
The hero to those in need,
The enemy to those who were doing wrong.
You were the one to call when things were bad,
You were a wonderful Son, Husband, Father, Friend.
You were always there when someone needed you.
The strong one in times of trouble
The shoulder that you could cry on
The one that you could count on.
You were someone special to everyone,
And every life you touched.
But to me...
You were Just Daddy!

The Path I Have Chosen

There was a time when I wondered what I would do with my life;
what Iwould be.
I thought about a doctor lawyer or maybe a teacher,
but those weren't meant for me.

Each day I would search, trying to find what I was cut out for,
but I never knew.
The one day it just hit me,
I knew what it was I wanted to do.

Trying to find my destiny seemed to take forever
but now I know.
I am finally able to say;"
I've chosen the path in which my life should go."

It's not the average career so I didn't have to go to college
or take a test.
But I do have to give it my all
and strive to do my very best.

The hours are long and the days are rough,
and I have to admit I get very lonely at times.
But its worth my while to see the safe return of my partner
after a day of fighting so many crimes.

My partner's job is to serve the people of the community
and to protect each and everyone's life.
You see my partner is a Cop and I am his wife.
There are times when I wonder how I'll make it through the day.
But I know I can manage, I will find a way.
This is the path I've chosen; it's what I was meant to do.
I'll stand beside "My Cop" and support him my whole life through.

A FALLEN STAR

A DEPUTY DIED THE OTHER DAY.
PEOPLE MOURN THE LOSS.
THEY SHAKE THEIR HEADS.
THEY SAY, WHAT A SHAME,
GOOD MEN SHOULDN'T DIE THAT WAY.

FOR THOSE WHO KNEW HIM
TRULY UNDERSTAND ALL WE LOST
THE NIGHT DEATH CAME AND STOLE HIM AWAY.

IT'S NOT AS IF WE DON'T KNOW THE RISKS
KNOW THAT EACH SUNRISE, AND EACH SUNSET MAY BE THE LAST WE'LL EVER SEE.

BUT AS FOR ME, I BELIEVED IF I WAS CAREFUL,
AND I TOOK CARE OF MY PARTNERS
IT WOULDN'T HAPPEN HERE.IT COULDN'T HAPPEN HERE.

I LOST THAT ILLUSION
HIS DEATH WIPED IT AWAY
MY LOSS OF ILLUSION
IS THE LEAST WE LOST THAT DAY.

PARTNER, FRIEND, CONFIDANTE
COUNSELOR, HUSBAND, FATHER COP br> ALL GONE IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE.
HIS WIFE, AND CHILDREN LEFT ASKING WHY.

WHY MY HUSBAND, WHY MY DADDY
WHY DID MY HERO HAVE TO DIE?
TEARS FALL FROM MY EYES
I CAN'T BEGIN TO ANSWER THEIR QUESTIONS
WHEN I CAN'T ANSWER MINE.

ALL I HAVE TO OFFER ARE A HANDFULL OF HEARTFELT PROMISES.

TO TAKE BETTER CARE OF MY PARTNERS.
TO THINK FIRST.TO BE A BETTER COP.
TO BE THERE FOR HIS CHILDREN,
TO SMILE INTIMES OF JOY.
TO CRY IN TIMES OF GRIEF.
AND FINALLY, TO INTRODUCE HIS CHILDREN
TO THE MAN THEIR DADDY WAS.
MAYBE IF I CAN SHOW THEM WHAT HE STOOD FOR.
MAYBE SOMEDAY THEY CAN UNDERSTAND WHY HE FELL..

Blue Autumn

That day was like others nothing special at all
We passed one another said hi in the hall
We took it for granted that nothing would change
But then, time seemed to gel, it felt surely strange

Suddenly the news struck with lightening heat
Officer down, my heart skipped a beat
See we're all brothers that hang from the same family tree
But today, it was your turn; your leaf was blown free

We finally break rank and most walk away
They turn to look back, just a few there still stay
The ones from your squad still stand by and stare
Not able to leave, a pain they all share

The crowd is all gone and the wind shakes the trees
The tears start to fall like the dry autumn leaves
Why was it you and not one of them?
A question they'll ask again and again

So now when we see our brother go by
Why not take a second to say more than just hi
Tomorrow might be too late, don't you see
Who's leaf will be next…
blown from the tree…?

The River

One day Gabriel saw Jesus standing on the bank of a river in Heaven.
Jesus had a sad look on His face as he watched the water flowing by.
Gabriel asked Jesus about the history of the river
and why He had such a look on His face?

Jesus told Gabriel that the river ran from the foot of God's throne
and that the water was the tears God shed each time a Police Officer was laid to rest.
Jesus said, "Each year the river grows larger and flows more rapid."

As Gabriel and Jesus stood gazing across the waters Gabriel asked,
"When can we bring them home?"
Jesus replied, "The great waking up morning will soon come."
Gabriel then asked, "What will happen to the river?"
Jesus answered, "God will bring them to the banks of the river
and let them see the tears He shed for them
and then the river will run dry, never again to flow."

"Each of His Peacemakers will be called forward one by one to lay their
badges at the foot of the throne and there they will receive their crowns of gold."

Gabriel looked into the eyes of Jesus with a questioning look about his face.
Jesus simply whispered.... Soon Gabriel...Soon.

The Test