“The Final Inspection”
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 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,
cause those of us who carry guns, can't always be a saint,
i have had to work most sundays, and at times my talk was rough,
i've had to break your rules my Lord,cause the world is awfully
tough, but i never took a thing that wasn't mine to keep,tough i worked
lot of overtime, when the bills get 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 swept unmanly tears.
i know i don't deserve a place,among the people here,
they never wanted me to around,except to calm their fears,
if you have a place for me here, my Lord, it needn't be so grand
i never expected or had too much, but if you don't i'll understand"
there was a 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've borne your burdens well,
come walk peacefully on heaven's streets,
YOU HAVE DONE YOUR TIME IN HELL"