The soldier stood and faced his God Which must always come to pass He hoped his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass Step foward now you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek, And to my church have you been true? The soldier squared his shoulders and said, No Lord, I guess I aint, Because those of us who carry guns, Cant always be saints Ive had to work most Sundays And at times my talk was tough And sometimes Ive been violent Because the streets were awfully rough But I never took a penny, That wasnt mine to keep Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills just got to steep, And I never passed a cry for help Although, at times I shook with fear And sometimes, God forgive Ive wept unmanly tears I know I dont deserve a place Among the people here That never wanted me around Except to calm there fears If you have a place for me here O Lord It neednt be so grand Ive never expected, or had so much But if you dont Ill understand There was a silence all around the throne Where the Saints had often trod As this soldier waited quietly For the judgment from his God Step foward now you soldier, Youve borne your burdens well Walk peacefully on Heavens streets, Youve done your time in Hell We didnt fight in the same battles or the same war but youll always be my brother May you find the peace you could not find here on earth. Rest peaceful psyc, Ive got watch now.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 11:32:19 +0000
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