The Judgement The soldier stood and faced his God 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 everyday And at times my talk was rough, And sometimes I've been violent, Because the streets are awfull tough. 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 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 me around Except to calm their fears. If you have 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 had often trod... As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God, "Step forward now you soldier, Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, Rejoice in all it's splendor You've done your time in Hell." Author UnKnown

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