A FIREMAN'S PRAYER
When I am called to duty, God
Wherever flames may rage,
Give me strength to save some life
Whatever be its age.
Help me embrace a little child
Before it is too 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 and
To give the best in me,
To guard my every 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.
A FIREFIGHTER’S WIFE
A special kind of woman, a cut above the rest,
That's a FIREFIGHTER’s WIFE, rating her among the best.How many goodbyes are shouted, without a fond embrace,
As duty steals her man, for the danger he must face.How many meals are ruined – or, tender moments disturbed,
By the wail of a distant signal, sparking loyalty unswerved.It's a devil of a job, for an angel like this,
Who…for the love of her man, must forsake that kiss.She can run a garden tractor: even paint a room in need.
How she can stretch a dollar is a miracle indeed.She's mother, lover, dietitian and nurse.
A living symbol of: “for better or worse”.Rich is the man, reaping his rewards in life,
Who chose to be the other half, of a FIREFIGHTER’s WIFE.
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