Angels in Blue

In 1996, my dad was shot while on duty. After the shooting, my mom wrote a poem as if it were coming from my brother, Seth. Now, Seth is patrolling the same streets my dad got shot on. Pretty cool. :)

Angels In Blue

We must not forget to thank our Lord
For police officers on the street.
For they work in a world with little respect
And have many duties to meet.

Hoping for each day, justice and peace
To prevail over lawless foe,
Our officers put their lives on the line
To protect and serve, we all know.

Not too long ago, my dad and his partner
Were responding in pursuit
Of two lawless men who were dealing drugs,
They split up; our officers, too.

As drugs were recovered with his partner's win,
My dad was closing on prey.
In the blink of an eye, my daddy was shot
In the chest and in the leg.

As he fell to the ground, expecting more shots,
He received complete help from above.
As he lifted his arms and had sights on his foe,
He squeezed the gun in his glove.

At the very same time, the foe shot again,
Hoping my dad would just die.
If he'd only just known what I knew from the start,
That my dad serves the living Christ.

The bullet my dad shot went straight to the foe's chest,
The second one to the foe's head.
The last bullet the foe shot at my dad
Has yet to be found, so is said.

My dad is recovering now from the wound
Inflicted while doing his job.
His partner's now looking for the second foe
And is caring for Dad and us all.

Now I not only thank the Lord
For police officers on the street.
But I thank the Lord for protecting their lives
And the victories of which they speak.

Next time you kneel and say your prayers,
I ask this request of you:
Please don't forget to thank the Lord
For police officers, our angels in blue.

~Anne Marie Amos~

My dad wrote a book called There is Hope - And Other Lessons Learned by a Christian Cop. If you'd like to check is out, you can click here. :) The poem is in it, too. Definitely a blessing form God!