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The Soldier Stood and Faced His God
The soldier stood and faced his God,
which must always come too pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining
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, Lord, I guess I aint,
because those of us who carried guns
can't always be a saint.
I have had to work most Sundays,
and at times my talk was tough,
and sometimes I've been violent,
because the world is awful rough.
But I never took a penny
that wasn't mine to keep.
Though I worked a lot of overtime
when the bills got too steep.
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 my around,
except to calm their fears.
If you have a place here for me, Lord,
it needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
but if you don't I understand.
There was silence all around the thrown
where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
for the judgment of his God.
"Step forward now, you soldier,
you've borne you burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heavens streets
you have served your time in hell."
~To all who serve. To all who have served. To all who will serve.