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Final Inspection
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| by Sgt Joshua Helterbran |
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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 Solider 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 on 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.
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,
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 had often trod
As
the Soldier waited quietly,
For the judgement of
his God.
"Step forward now, you Soldier,
You've
borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's
streets,
You've done your time in Hell." |
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