Trooper
09-26-2005, 07:49 AM
THE FINAL INSPECTION
The soldier stood and faced his God, Which must always come to pass; He hoped his shoes were shining bright, Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, soldier, How shall I deal with you?
Have you 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 rough;
I've had to break your rules my Lord, Because the world is awfully tough.
But, I never took a thing 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 a silence all around the throne, Where the saints often trod;
As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, soldier, You've borne your burdens well;
Come walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in HELL!"
~ Author Unknown ~
The soldier stood and faced his God, Which must always come to pass; He hoped his shoes were shining bright, Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step forward now, soldier, How shall I deal with you?
Have you 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 rough;
I've had to break your rules my Lord, Because the world is awfully tough.
But, I never took a thing 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 a silence all around the throne, Where the saints often trod;
As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, soldier, You've borne your burdens well;
Come walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in HELL!"
~ Author Unknown ~