A Final Inspection

I saw this poem and thought of all the soldiers that have fought and lost their lives during war, it touched my heart and im sure it will touch many of your’s.

Final Inspection

A dead soldier was facing God,
For lives will always pass;
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

“Step forward, now
How shall I deal with you;
Have you always turned the other cheek,
To my bible always true?”

The soldier snapped to attention,
“No, Lord, I guess I aint;
It seems that we who carry guns,
Can’t always be a saint.”

“I’ve had to work most Sundays,
My work was always rough;
At times I have been violent,
Because the job was tough.”

“But, I never took a penny,
That wasn’t mine to keep;
Though I worked a lot of overitme,
When my bills became to steep.”

“I never passed a cry for help,
But often shook with fears,
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I have wept unmanly tears.”

“I know I don’t deserve a place,
Among these good folks here;
They never wanted me around,
Unless a war was near.”

“But if you have room for me,
It need not be too grand;
I never had, or needed much,
Im sure you understand.”

A silence fell around that throne,
Where saints had often trod;
The dead soldier, with baited breath,
Feared judgement from his God.

“Step forward now, U.S. soldier,
You’ve borne your burdens well;
Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets,
You’ve done you’re time in hell.”