Poems & Selections

Fireman’s Prayer

When I am called to duty, God whenever
flames may rage, give me the strength to save some life, whatever be its age.
Help me to embrace a little child before it’s too late, or some 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 give the best in me, to guard my neighbor and protect his property.
And if according to my fate I am to lose my life, please bless with your protecting hand my children and my wife.

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May the hand of a friend always be near you, And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.