A prayer for the fallen

Broome Advertiser - - OPINION - Se­nior Sergeant Les An­drews

Na­tional Po­lice Re­mem­brance Day will be ob­served in all Aus­tralian po­lice ju­ris­dic­tions to­mor­row.

An in­vi­ta­tion is ex­tended to cur­rent and for­mer mem­bers of po­lice or­gan­i­sa­tions and the gen­eral pub­lic to at­tend Aus­tralia-wide ser­vices to hon­our those po­lice who have lost their lives in the line of duty.

On be­half of Su­per­in­ten­dent Al­lan Adams, I in­vite you to at­tend the Kim­ber­ley District Po­lice Com­plex Na­tional Po­lice Re­mem­brance Day ser­vice, which will held at Bed­ford Park to­mor­row at 3.30pm.

In hon­our of those mem­bers who have fallen in the line of duty, it is fit­ting for me to share with you the poem, of­ten re­ferred to as the Po­lice­man’s Prayer, that is read aloud on this day by po­lice agen­cies around the world.

The orig­i­nal au­thor is un­known but it is cer­tainly an emo­tional ode cher­ished by those who have lost a fam­ily mem­ber, friend or col­league in 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 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 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,

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.”

Se­nior Sergeant Les An­drews is the Of­fi­cer in Charge at Broome Po­lice Sta­tion.

For 24-hour Po­lice as­sis­tance, tele­phone Broome Po­lice Sta­tion on 131 444 or in an emer­gency dial 000. Any­one with in­for­ma­tion for po­lice can call the Broome Po­lice Sta­tion or con­tact Crime Stop­pers on 1800 333 000.

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