The Final Inspection

The Soldier stood and faced his God,

Which must always come to pass

He hoped his shoes were shinning, Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, 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 my Lord, 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 tough,

And sometimes I've been violent,

Because the world is always rough.

But, I never took a dollar,

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've 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 burdens well

Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,

You've done your time in hell"

Author Unknown