Sunday, August 31, 2014

The Final Inspection

A few days ago, the City of Louisville was named one of the safest cities in Mississippi by Safe Choice Security. This small town takes pride in keeping its residents safe thanks to dedicated law enforcement who are not always recognized for their service.

The following poem " The Final Inspection" was sent to us by Louisville Police Chief L.M. Claiborne to recognize the service and dedication of all law enforcement.

The Final Inspection 

The policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
just as bright 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 Sundays,
and at times my talk was rough,
and sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the streets are awfully tough.
But I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep ...
Thought 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 all around the throne
Where the saints had often trod.
As the policeman waited quietly,
For the judgment 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.”

Unknown Author