punkkiller

The Final Inspection.

The soldier stood and faced God, which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining, just as shiny as his brass.
‘’Step forward 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 rough. And sometimes I’ve been violent, because the world is awfully tough.
But, I never took a penny that wasn’t mine to keep. Though I worked alot of overtime, when the bills got just to 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, Lord, It needn’t be so grand. I never expected or had too much. But if you don’t, I’ll understand.‘’
There was silence all around the throne, where the saints have often trod. As the Soldier waited quietly, for the judgement of his God.
’’Step forward now, you Soldier, you’ve borne your burden well. Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets, you’ve done your time in Hell.’’