When I am called to duty, God,
Wherever flames may rage
Give me the strength to save a life
Whatever be it's age
Let me embrace a little child
Before it is to 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
To give the best in me,
To guard my every neighbor
And protect his property
And, if, according to your will,
I have to lose my life,
Please bless with your protecting hand,
My children and my wife.
Gone But Not Forgotten
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 over staffed 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 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.
Saying Goodbye To our Fallen Brothers
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