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? Too 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 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, were 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.' Armistice day. unknown poet
Nice sentiment Jim. It's been around for a while but the message is still the same. I gave it my two minutes reflection here, quietly and privately, at 7p.m. our time which co-incided with 11 a.m. your time. Rather significant that today is 11/11/11. Roger
