I should have put the TV picture last to show you just how I let him rest but oh well. We have done swim lesson, bible school, and played with cousins. this has been a great start to the summer and the heat has not killed us. Daddie we love you and wish you were here, ENJOY!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
this is well said.............
steve has thankfully never seen battle but this poem is still well said.
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 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.
I've had to work most Sundays,And at times my talk was rough;I've had to break your rules my Lord,Because the world is awfully tough.
But, I never took a thingThat 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 placeAmong 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 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 judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, soldier,You've borne your burdens well;Come walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,You've done your time in HELL!"~ Author Unknown ~
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 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.
I've had to work most Sundays,And at times my talk was rough;I've had to break your rules my Lord,Because the world is awfully tough.
But, I never took a thingThat 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 placeAmong 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 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 judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, soldier,You've borne your burdens well;Come walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,You've done your time in HELL!"~ Author Unknown ~
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