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Subject: Find God

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not sure who wrote this but it hits home

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Date Posted: 09:57:11 03/26/10 Fri

T H E C O R R E C T I O N A L O F F I C E R
The Correctional Officer 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, Correctional Officer. How shall I deal with you? Have you
always turned the other check? To my church have you been true?"
The Correctional Officer 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 work was rough, and
sometimes I've been violent. Inside the fences are awful tough.
But I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep, I worked a lot 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 wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place among the people here. They never wanted me
around except to calm their fears.
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 often trod. As the Correctional
Officer waited quietly for the judgment
of his God.
"Step forward now, Correctional Officer, 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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Re: Find God (NT)	cheek, not check	11:29:08 03/26/10 Fri