The Final Inspection The Soldier stood and faced God, which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining, just as bright as his brass. Step forward you Soldier, how shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? 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 a saint. Ive had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was tough. And sometimes Ive been violent, because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny, that wasnt mine to keep. Though I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills got just to steep. And I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God forgive me, Ive wept unmanly tears. I know I dont deserve a place, among the people here. They never wanted me around, except to calm their fears. If youve a place for me, Lord, it neednt be grand. I never expected or had too much. But if you dont, Ill understand. There was silence all around the throne, where the saints had often trod. As the Soldier waited quietly, for the judgment of his God. Step forward now, you Soldier, youve borne your burden well. Walk peacefully on Heavens streets, youve done your time in hell.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 11:37:19 +0000
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