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 forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My teachings have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, God, 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 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've a place for me here, God,
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,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets;
You've done your time in Hell."
-THE FINAL INSPECTION
~Author Unknown~
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 teachings have you been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, God, 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 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've a place for me here, God,
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,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets;
You've done your time in Hell."
-THE FINAL INSPECTION
~Author Unknown~
Soundtrack: Canticle of Saint Francis
There is a wonderful
mythical law of nature
that the three things
we crave most in life
happiness,
freedom,
and peace of mind
are always attained
by giving them to someone else.
~Peyton Conway March
mythical law of nature
that the three things
we crave most in life
happiness,
freedom,
and peace of mind
are always attained
by giving them to someone else.
~Peyton Conway March
| Please take two minutes – and observe a silence at 11am on 11/11 to commemorate . . . those who died to protect or recover freedom, and all those who have died violently because of hatred, discrimination, racism, family/domestic dysfunction, political repression, etc. MAY THE SUN SHINE DOWN ON YOU ON REMEMBERANCE DAY |
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contact me at outreach@dawncoveabbey.org
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