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 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 rough; Ive had to break your rules my Lord, Because the world is awfully tough. But, I never took a thing That wasnt 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, 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 here, Lord, It neednt be so grand; I never expected or had too much, But if you dont, Ill 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, Youve borne your burdens well; Come walk peacefully on Heavens streets, Youve done your time in HELL!
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 22:49:00 +0000
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