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 ~
Friday, June 5, 2009
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Oh you are so right Becky...its such a sweet and sincere message for us all. Love Ya Julz
wow.
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