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The Last Inspection

The Final Inspection

Author: Author Unknown

The policewoman stood and faced her God,

which must always come to pass.

She hopes her shoes were shining

just as brightly as her brass.

"Step forward now, policewoman.

How shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek?

To my church have you been true?"

The policewoman squared her shoulders and said,

"No Lord I guess I ain't.

Because those 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 awful tough.

But I never took a penny

that wasn't mine to keep...

Though I worked alot of overtime

when the bills just got 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 unending tears.

I know I don't deserve a place

among the people here.

They never wanted me around

except to calm there 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 understand."

There was silence all around the throne

where the saints had often trod,

as the policewoman waited quietly

for the judgement of her God.

"Step forward now, policewoman.

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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