ASRoff
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The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step foward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you always 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 tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasent mine to keep....
Though I worked alot 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 dont deserve a place,
among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm there fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected nor 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 foward now, you soldier,
You've! borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on heavens streets,
Youve done your time in hell."
-author unknown
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.
"Step foward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you always 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 tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny,
That wasent mine to keep....
Though I worked alot 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 dont deserve a place,
among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm there fears.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected nor 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 foward now, you soldier,
You've! borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on heavens streets,
Youve done your time in hell."
-author unknown
