House Fire

This was written after a particularly draining call to a all nighter at a house fire.

One day up in heaven

An angel carried an armful

Of broken pieces to God.

"What's this?" God asked the angel.

"A paramedic's broken heart"

The angel replied.

I found it this morning.

She was walking home and

Threw these at me. She looked upset,

But I didn't get to ask what happened.

God looked knowingly at the angel.

She had a hard call last night

And two children came home

Early this morning.

Why do you do that to her, asked the angel.

She's been through this before,

Why not give her a break?

Because My will is perfect, said God.

Yes it is, agreed the angel.

Then why not make a paramedic

Without emotions, one who's heart doesn't break?

Because then some of My children

Would go through life never

Knowing love or that someone,

Even a paramedic cares for them.

She wasn't alone on that call

God told the angel.

I was there beside her

Through the night.

I was there as she worked

Quickly on the young girl

Who had been burned

In the house fire.

I was there holding her hand

As the news came that

There was no hope for the

Two children still in the burning house.

I was there as she held the grandmother

Who had just learned the awful news

About her two grandsons,

I held her up and gave her strength.

Remember, I made her for a purpose

And for that purpose I will see her through.

She is stronger than she may look

Because it is My hands that hold her together.