AFTER THE FIGHTING WAS OVER

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 Sundays
And at times my talk was tough,
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the streets are 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 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,
you have borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on heaven's streets,
you have done your time in hell."
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THERE IS NO GREATER GIFT THAN TO GIVE YOUR LIFE FOR ANOTHER.
AND IT IS THIS PATH OUR SOLDIERS TAKE EVERYDAY.