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The
Firefighters
Prayer |
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The Last Alarm |
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duty call's me, oh Lord, my partner, |
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My father was a
fireman |
| When flames do
their destructive work, |
He drove a big red truck
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| Give me strength to
save lives And, |
and when he'd go to work each day |
| above all, keep
my courage bright. |
he'd say, "Mother wish me luck" |
| With you will I reach,
before it's too late, |
Then dad
would not come home again |
| The injured child, the
helpless old person, |
'til sometime the next day.
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| With your generosity, may I be able |
But the thing that bothered me |
| To spare them the
horror of such an end. |
the most was thing's some folk would say.
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| Since I must always be
alert, |
"A Fireman's life is easy,
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| I pray thee, oh Lord, |
he eats, and sleeps, and plays, |
| guide my every move,
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and sometimes he won't fight a fire |
| And in the infernal
tumult of the fire |
for days and days." |
| Let me hear the
feeblest cry. |
July 14, 2005 started like any
other day for the men and women of North Irwin Fire Company. That all
changed when our pagers were activated for an EMS assist. We were being
dispatched to the home of one of our brothers. A day that many of us will
never forget.
Firefighter Chris "Tuck" Harrison, a veteran firefighter that has served as
a lieutenant and trustee, who was our friend and our brother, a man that
everyone loved and respected, but most importantly a father and a husband
was taken from this earth of natural causes at the age of 41.
Chris
served his country in both the U.S. Army and U.S. Air Force, now he was
serving his community, always thinking of helping others.
Chris
left behind many friends and loved ones. In Chris's memory a memorial
fund has been established to benefit the minor children of any North Irwin
Firefighter that pays the ultimate sacrifice. |
When I first heard these words |
| I will glory in
the fulfillment of my destiny, |
I was to young to understand |
| For is not life-saving the most noble calling? |
but I knew when people had trouble |
| When the storm is over
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Dad was there to lend a hand. |
| and all have returned
home, |
Then my father went to work one day |
| Then will I be proud to
have |
and kissed us all goodbye |
| helped my neighbor. |
but little did we realize |
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If it should happen, by thy will, |
that night we would all cry |
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That I must give my life, |
My father lost his life that night |
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I pray thee, protect my family |
when the floor gave way below |
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And bless this firefighter who is yours |
and I'd wondered why he'd risk his life |
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for someone he did not know. |
| Amen |
But now I truly realize |
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the greatest gift a man can give |
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is to lay his life upon the line |
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so that someone else might live. |
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So as we go from day to day |
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and we pray to God above |
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say a prayer for your local fireman |
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He
may save the one's you love |
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