"My" House

Sometime ago I was working one of the crack houses in "my" beat.
I stopped this guy that left the dope house for a traffic offense.
We spoke for a while and after he let me search him and his car I told him
that I worked this part of town and if he planned to go to a crack house in
"my" beat that he was going to go to jail sooner or later.
He stayed out of the area for a while but then he showed up again.
I thought to myself, if he wants to come out into "my" world and play on
"my" streets then he is going down.
Then today I was in church and listened to a very touching sermon of the
prodigal son.
At the end of the sermon the preacher gave an altar call
and there he was again in "my" church.
He came forward with tears flowing down his face, he was dirty and dressed
in street clothes that didn't fit.
He stood there for a short period of time and then slowly turned and walked
away with his head low.
As I sat there the Lord told me,"That man is "My" prodigal son in "My"
church."
He then told me ,"If you are 'My' son you won't let him leave like this."
I raced out and caught him in the parking lot; I was joined by another
Officer friend of mine and we spoke to him and asked him to not give up.
We told him we would go forward with him if he was willing.
He pointed out that he was filthy and stunk.
I thought to myself we are all but filthy rags.
We put our arms around the addict and walked up front with him.
He told us of his plan to kill himself the day before.
I felt the Lord saying,"Welcome to "My" house!"

Det. Sgt. D.J. Rogers
Cleburne, Tx. P. D. SWAT