Mark Luis Sgt. Scianna

He served the cause of justice passionately as a dedicated law enforcement officer for over 25 years.

Sgt. Scianna is survived by his children, Mark B. Scianna, Keith J. Scianna and their mother, Bonnie Gruenberg, Christopher M. Scianna and his mother, Tanya Shannon; fiance, Elizabeth A. Kocillari; brothers, Neil and Lance Hammick.

SERVICE

FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 2, 2011

10:00 AM

COMMUNITY BIBLE CHURCH

2477 N. LOOP 1604 E.

Full honors to follow, rendered by Bexar County Sheriff's Department. Those who desire may make memorial gifts to any organization for special needs children or 100 Club at 100 Club Dr, San Antonio, Texas 78201 or the Scianna Family Fund through Generations Federal Credit Union at P.O. Box 830968, San Antonio, Texas 78283.

Judgment Day for a Police Officer

.Author Unknown

The policeman stood and faced his God,

Which must always come to pass.

He hoped his shoes were shining.

Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, Policeman.

How shall I deal with you?

Have you always turned the other cheek?

To my Church have you been true?"

The policeman squared his shoulders and said,

"No, Lord I guess I ain't,

Because those of us who carry badges

Can't always be a Saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,

And at times my work was rough,

and sometimes I've been violent,

Because the streets are awfully tough.

But I never took a penny,

That wasn't mine to keep,

I worked a lot of overtime

When the bills just got too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,

Though at times I shook with fear.

And sometimes, God forgive me,

I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place

among the people here.

They never wanted me around

Except to calm their fear.

If you've a place for me here, Lord

It needn't be so grand.

I never expected or had too much,

But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was silence all around the Throne

Where the Saints had often trod.

As the policeman waited quietly,

For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, policeman,

You've borne your burdens well.

Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets,

You've done your time in Hell."