The Final Inspection
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 Soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No. Lard, I guess I ain' t.
Because those of us who carry guns, can' t always be a saint.
I' had to work most Sundays. and at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I' 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 shoot: with fear.
And sometimes. God forgive me, I' 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' 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 chrome. where the saints had often trod.
As the Soldier waited quietly. for the judgement of his God.
Step forward new you Soldier. you' borne your burden well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven' s streets. you' done your time in Hell."
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