Favorite Sayings Lately......
When the Stars shine bright through the Engines trail,
And the Dust of another world Drops Behind.
When my Ship is free of the open sky,
Its a damn good day to my way of mind.
I stood my ground and I'll fly once more,
It's the Last oath that I ever Swore
When you see a man and he's standing alone,
You might just take him for an easy mark.
And there's many a man who has tried his hand,
and there's worse than wolves in the borderland dark.
From the Savage men to the Richest Hounds,
Try to take whats yours and tear you through.
Ahh, but them that run with me's got my back,
It's a fool don't know that his family's his crew.
Don't you tell me what I cannot do,
Don't you think I've got to run from you.
When you've walked my road and you've seen what I've seen,
Well you wont go talking about richous men.
You'll know damn well why I want to keep to my sky,
I'll never cry beneath nobody's heel again.
I've seen torment raked across innocent souls,
Seen sane men mad, and good men Die.
I've been Hounded, Hated, Married, and Tricked.
I've been Tortured, Cheated, Stabbed and Tied.
You wont see no tears when I say Goodbye,
I've still got my family and my crew nearby.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
Life is a storm. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout. "Do your worst, for I will do mine!" Then the fates will know you.
Saint Michael, heaven's glorious commissioner of police, who once so neatly and successfully cleared God's premises of all its undesirables, look with kindly and professional eyes on your earthly force.
Give us cool heads, stout hearts, and uncanny flair for investigation and wise judgment.
Make us the terror of burglars, the friend of children and law-abiding citizens, kind to strangers, polite to bores, strict with law-breakers and impervious to temptations.
You know, Saint Michael, from your own experiences with the devil, that the police officer's lot on earth is not always a happy one; but your sense of duty that so pleased God, your hard knocks that so surprised the devil, and your angelic self-control give us inspiration.
And when we lay down our night sticks, enroll us in your heavenly force, where we will be as proud to guard the throne of God as we have been to guard the city of all the people.
Amen.
And the Dust of another world Drops Behind.
When my Ship is free of the open sky,
Its a damn good day to my way of mind.
I stood my ground and I'll fly once more,
It's the Last oath that I ever Swore
When you see a man and he's standing alone,
You might just take him for an easy mark.
And there's many a man who has tried his hand,
and there's worse than wolves in the borderland dark.
From the Savage men to the Richest Hounds,
Try to take whats yours and tear you through.
Ahh, but them that run with me's got my back,
It's a fool don't know that his family's his crew.
Don't you tell me what I cannot do,
Don't you think I've got to run from you.
When you've walked my road and you've seen what I've seen,
Well you wont go talking about richous men.
You'll know damn well why I want to keep to my sky,
I'll never cry beneath nobody's heel again.
I've seen torment raked across innocent souls,
Seen sane men mad, and good men Die.
I've been Hounded, Hated, Married, and Tricked.
I've been Tortured, Cheated, Stabbed and Tied.
You wont see no tears when I say Goodbye,
I've still got my family and my crew nearby.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at best, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
Life is a storm. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout. "Do your worst, for I will do mine!" Then the fates will know you.
Saint Michael, heaven's glorious commissioner of police, who once so neatly and successfully cleared God's premises of all its undesirables, look with kindly and professional eyes on your earthly force.
Give us cool heads, stout hearts, and uncanny flair for investigation and wise judgment.
Make us the terror of burglars, the friend of children and law-abiding citizens, kind to strangers, polite to bores, strict with law-breakers and impervious to temptations.
You know, Saint Michael, from your own experiences with the devil, that the police officer's lot on earth is not always a happy one; but your sense of duty that so pleased God, your hard knocks that so surprised the devil, and your angelic self-control give us inspiration.
And when we lay down our night sticks, enroll us in your heavenly force, where we will be as proud to guard the throne of God as we have been to guard the city of all the people.
Amen.