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RFFS PRAYER




Anytime I'm called for duty...
Wherever deployment takes me,
Pervert from my path, any mutiny...
But give me the strength to be;
The rescuer, the protector and the fire fighter.

Whenever I'm gone for stand by...
Lord, grant me a listening watch. 
All incursions, hazards and risks,
May I with my crew identify...
Where unavoidable, enable us to mitigate..
Be it in the terminal, tarmac or boarding gate..

Should there ever be an emergency,
Wherever fire may rage..
Should there be any shout,
No matter the skin or age..
Help me put the fire out,
And my neighbor, help me save.

And if by your will...
Any blood may spill...
Leading to any fatality,
Protect my wife and kids,
And preserve the rest of my crew.


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