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Which must always come to 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 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 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 in 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 me around
Except to calm their fears

If you’ve a place for me, 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 had often trod
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment day of God.

“Step forward now, you soldier,
You’ve borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,
You’ve done your time in Hell”

The Final Inspection