Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The final inspection

The soldier stood and faced God, which must always come to pass
He hoped his shoes were shining, just like his brass.

''Step forward you soldier. How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other chick? To my Church have you been true?''

The soldier squared his shoulders and said: ''No Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns, can't always be saint.

I've had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent, cause the world is rough.

But, I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills got just 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 fears.

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 have often trod,
As the soldier waited quietly, for the judgement of his God.

Step forward ow you soldier, you've borne your burder well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, you've done your time in Hell.''

-uknown author

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