Fri Mar 25, 2011 3:56 pm
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The Soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass,
He hoped his shoes were shining
Just as brightly as his brass,
“Step forward now, 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 ain’t.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can’t always be a saint,
I've had to work most Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I’ve been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough
But I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep
Thought 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 a 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,
You’ve borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven’s street
YOU’VE DONE YOUR TIME IN HELL