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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 now, soldier - how shall I deal with you?
Have you turned the other cheek? To my words 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.
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And at times my talk was rough; I've had to break your rules, my Lord, Because the world is awfully tough. |
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But, I never took a thing, that wasn't mine to keep;
Though I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills just got 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;
And they seldom wanted me around, except to calm their fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord, it needn't be so grand;
I never expected or had too much, so if you don't, I'll understand."
There was silence all around that place, where the blessed often trod;
As the soldier waited quietly, for the judgement of his God.
"Come step forward now, soldier,
You've borne your burdens well;
Come walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in HELL!"
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