A Firefighter Joins God's Army
by Beverley Stuive
copyright 2001

It was late one Tuesday evening,
Before a mother could sit down,
To tell her only child about
The terror that hit downtown.

She looked into the eyes of her son
God, she loved him so,
She felt her heart begin to break
And the hurt begin to show.

She gathered all her strength and courage,
as her story she began to tell.
"Baby don't cry, but I'm afraid daddy
Might be under a building that fell."

The boy looked back at his mother,
His eyes made not one blink.
And the mother's tears began to fall.
What would her baby think?

You see, his dad is a firefighter,
And his hero from the day of his birth.
He loved his dad more than anything else
That could ever inherit this earth.

The mother's head began to drop,
Her forehead resting on palm.
She thought her son would be upset.
Instead, he was very calm.

The boy leaned over towards his Mom,
And put his hand upon her head.
In her ear he began to whisper,
And this is what he said:

"Mommy please don't cry,
I knew daddy wasn't coming home.
I talked to him just a while ago,
But it wasn't on the phone.

He told me that he loved me,
And he promised we'd meet again.
He told of his new home,
And the job he was to begin."

"God is building an army,
And there are many angels needed.
That, is where daddy and the others went.
They weren't all defeated."

It was then, the mother lifted her head.
The tears streamed down her face.
And she could feel her husband's presence,
As it filled her heart with grace.

It was then she knew her son was right.
He was in God's great army now.
She also knew her son was safe,
That he'd be kept from harm somehow.

So, evildoers of the world beware.
An army is on the way.
Bolstered by new angels,
Who left the towers that day..

Their commander has never been beaten.
His power has never been matched,
And if evil thinks He was almighty before......
Well, the surface has just been scratched!



We always thought that angels came rushing from the sky
To guard in times of danger, to comfort when we cry.
WE always thought their mighty wings sheltered those in need
We thought their halos honored them, giving them the lead.
We picture them in robes of white and usually all aglow.
Out image of an angel, is that of falling snow.
We always thought their presence here proclaimed things yet to come.
We always thought them innocent, hope and life they brought to some.
But now we know that angels, don't always come that way,
For we have met a thousand here on earth from day to day.
The angel who brought a meal, or even mowed the lawn,
The one who did the dishes or picked the kids up before dawn.
The one who hugged me tight when out shopping at a store
The one who brought us flowers and left them at the door.
An angel called the other day to see just how we were
The one who keeps us balanced when our lives become a blur.
Or how about the angel who offers to be there
To lend a hand or just an ear to show us that they care.
One thing about these angels that is common that we know,
Is love and deep compassion, guide them as they go.
These angels walk with us, they look one way then the other,
They might be total strangers, or your father or your brother.
So no matter where they come from, no matter who they are,
You angels circle round you, some are near and some are far.



Just Daddy
author unknown

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!



It was the 11th of September.  I woke up full of life.
The towers were falling, I thought I'll come back home to see my children and wife.
But as a firefighter I went to help, because I always did care.
But I never came out alive, and that wasn't fair.
I saved so many people, that I didn't even know.
But God took me with him, cause it was my time to go.
As a firefighter I always did the best I can do, cause thats what I have to give.
But it just wasn't fair, that I didn't live.
God started counting the dead, one, two and three.
I was one of the firefighters that died, one of 343.
So when you look up to the sky and you see a bright star.
I'm really close to you, and not very far.
Everyone that died that day saving people, were called a hero.
But now there's a big hole, that you all call ground zero.
We had no choice, but to move quickly and much faster.
But Sept. 11 stood still that day, because it was a total disaster.
So I think it's time for me to leave, that's all I have to say.
We did what we could, so take sometime and pray.
                                                         Hector Tirado
                                                          Firefighter, Engine 23



author unknown
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 beat that he walked was a battlefield, too,
Just as if he had 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.

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.

Yes, somebody killed a policeman today...
Maybe in your town or mine,

While we slept in comfort behind our locked doors
A cop put his life on the line.

Now his ghost walks the beat on a dark city street,
And he stands at each new rookie's side:

He answered the call . . . of himself he gave his all,
And a part of America died...



The Final Inspection
author unknown

The policeman stood and faced his God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining.
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step foreword 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 aint,
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.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
when the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Thought 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 foreword now, policeman,
You've borne your burdens well
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in hell."

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