"I learned to GIVE not because I have many, but I know exactly how it feels to have NOTHING."
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Reblogged from foreverwatchingtherain
Its not the stuff that makes you happy….its the people…your family, friends, lovers..its the people that you love who have the power to make you HAPPY.
The policeman stood and faced his God,
Which he must always come to pass.
He hoped 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 of us who carry badges
Can’t always be a saint.
I’ve had to work most Sunday,
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 got just 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 their 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’ll understand.
There was silence around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the 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.”
- Author Unknown