to all other fireman wives
The table's set, the meal's prepared,
our guests will soon arrive.
My husband once more disappears
with a hope of keeping a child alive.
While waiting at home alone,
our plans having gone awry
My first impulse is merely
to sit right down and cry.
But soon again I realize
the importance of my life
When I agreed to take on the duties
of being a fireman's wife.
While there are many drawbacks,
I'll take them in my stride,
Knowing "My Daddy saved a life"
our children can say with pride.
The gusting winds and raging flames
may be his final fate.
But with God's help I can remain
my fireman's faithful mate.
this should be something we can all relate to. here's another one too!
Give me the strength to carry on...
When suddenly my spouse is gone...
Off to help someone in need...
And I must now alone proceed...
Calm my thoughts of the danger there...
That fate will again my loved one spare...
Allow me hope as I'm on my own...
To endure the wait by the telephone...
Grant me wisdom to see as a wife...
Why he has to risk his life...
What calls him from his family...
Please, dear Lord, hear my prayer...
And keep him in your protective care
just a little help for those who might need it. here's two more for ya.
I'm a fireman's wife,
and I'm proud of it, too,
cause there's many good things,
that firemen do.
The lives that they save
in just one short year,
brings joy to the hearts
of everyone near,
and it's not hard to know
why a fireman's wife
is constantly praying
for her husband's life,
and whenever I hear the siren's wail,
or the clang of the fire bell
I bow my head in a silent prayer,
and pray to God for the safety
of each and every one,
and an extra prayer for those fireman,
who have that special run.
It may be a car that's on fire,
or a two-bagger well on the way,
or may be a frame house that's fully involved,
or the third false alarm for the day.
But I know how I feel, as a fireman's wife,
and that is my reason for prayer,
to God for protect
this last ones a tear jerker!
A Fireman's Tears
The alarm rang, as it had so many times before. He was the first of the fireman up and out, Awakened from his bed at the station By the clanging of the bell. Engine 12 pulled out of the hall, Dispatch paged another station. And all the firemen aboard the truck Were tensed with anticipation
"It's gonna be a nice 'un, boys," He said as he donned his gear. And the young bucks smiled at him As they drew ever near.
They turned onto his own street And he could see the fire's work He hoped their mother woke his kids To see their dad at work.
His heart sank as he saw the home That he so dearly loved Going up in Smoke and flames As he donned his gloves.
Agressively he hit the fire And searched the rooms above. And with a flare of personal vengeance He saved what remained of his home.
As he left the world of flaming hell He saw his little girl He ran quickly to her side and said "Honey, Daddy's here."
He would never forget what next she said As he held her close, "I love you, Daddy," she whimpered, And he began to weep.
She died in his arms that night The others, later on. His comrades gave him their respects but his family was gone.
He sits alone at the station, now, There's no more spring in his step. He stays detached from his fellows to avoid once again being hurt.
He risks it all in fires, now, No more concerns for his safety. He has taken a solemn vow. He won't let it happen to another, as long as he's around. -unknown author
our guests will soon arrive.
My husband once more disappears
with a hope of keeping a child alive.
While waiting at home alone,
our plans having gone awry
My first impulse is merely
to sit right down and cry.
But soon again I realize
the importance of my life
When I agreed to take on the duties
of being a fireman's wife.
While there are many drawbacks,
I'll take them in my stride,
Knowing "My Daddy saved a life"
our children can say with pride.
The gusting winds and raging flames
may be his final fate.
But with God's help I can remain
my fireman's faithful mate.
this should be something we can all relate to. here's another one too!
Give me the strength to carry on...
When suddenly my spouse is gone...
Off to help someone in need...
And I must now alone proceed...
Calm my thoughts of the danger there...
That fate will again my loved one spare...
Allow me hope as I'm on my own...
To endure the wait by the telephone...
Grant me wisdom to see as a wife...
Why he has to risk his life...
What calls him from his family...
Please, dear Lord, hear my prayer...
And keep him in your protective care
just a little help for those who might need it. here's two more for ya.
I'm a fireman's wife,
and I'm proud of it, too,
cause there's many good things,
that firemen do.
The lives that they save
in just one short year,
brings joy to the hearts
of everyone near,
and it's not hard to know
why a fireman's wife
is constantly praying
for her husband's life,
and whenever I hear the siren's wail,
or the clang of the fire bell
I bow my head in a silent prayer,
and pray to God for the safety
of each and every one,
and an extra prayer for those fireman,
who have that special run.
It may be a car that's on fire,
or a two-bagger well on the way,
or may be a frame house that's fully involved,
or the third false alarm for the day.
But I know how I feel, as a fireman's wife,
and that is my reason for prayer,
to God for protect
this last ones a tear jerker!
A Fireman's Tears
The alarm rang, as it had so many times before. He was the first of the fireman up and out, Awakened from his bed at the station By the clanging of the bell. Engine 12 pulled out of the hall, Dispatch paged another station. And all the firemen aboard the truck Were tensed with anticipation
"It's gonna be a nice 'un, boys," He said as he donned his gear. And the young bucks smiled at him As they drew ever near.
They turned onto his own street And he could see the fire's work He hoped their mother woke his kids To see their dad at work.
His heart sank as he saw the home That he so dearly loved Going up in Smoke and flames As he donned his gloves.
Agressively he hit the fire And searched the rooms above. And with a flare of personal vengeance He saved what remained of his home.
As he left the world of flaming hell He saw his little girl He ran quickly to her side and said "Honey, Daddy's here."
He would never forget what next she said As he held her close, "I love you, Daddy," she whimpered, And he began to weep.
She died in his arms that night The others, later on. His comrades gave him their respects but his family was gone.
He sits alone at the station, now, There's no more spring in his step. He stays detached from his fellows to avoid once again being hurt.
He risks it all in fires, now, No more concerns for his safety. He has taken a solemn vow. He won't let it happen to another, as long as he's around. -unknown author