THE FINAL INSPECTION.

The soldier stood and faced his god,

Which must always come to pass,

He hoped his shoes were shining bright.

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.

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  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 will understand .

There was silence all around the throne.

Where the saints often trod.

As the soldier waited quietly

For the judgement of his God.

Step forward now soldier .

You have borne your heavens streets. 

You have done your time in hell,,.