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A Fireman's Prayer

When I am called to duty, God
Wherever Flames may rage
Give me the strength to save some life
Whatever Be its age
Help me embrace a little child
Before it is too 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 their property
And if according to your will
I have to lose my life
Please bless with your protecting hand
My children and my wife

THE LAST ALARM

My father was a fireman.

He drove a big red truck and when he'd go to work each day he'd say,"Mother wish me luck."

Then Dad would not come home again 'till sometime the next day.

But the thing that bothered me the most was the thing's some folks would say, "A firemen's life is easy, he eats and sleeps and plays for days and days."

When I first heard these words I was too young to understand but I knew when people had trouble Dad was there to lend a hand.

Then my father went to work one day and kissed us all goodbye, but little did we realize that night we all would cry.

My father lost his life that night when the floor gave way below and I'd wondered why he'd risk his life for someone he did not know.

But not I truly realize, the greatest gift a man can give, is to lay his life upon the line, so that someone else might live.

So as we go from day to day and we pray to God above, say a prayer for your local fireman.

He may save the one's you love

Brother When You Weep For Me

Brother when you weep for me
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

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