(This adaptation of a well-known poem is dedicated to all veterans, living and dead.)
The soldier stood at attention, facing his God at last,
He hoped his shoes were shining as brightly as his brass.
“Step forward now young soldier; how shall I deal with you?
Although you were a Christian; to Me have you been true?"
The soldier bowed his head and spoke, "Lord, I guess I ain't.
Those of us that carried guns, rarely looked like saints.
I've had to fight on Sundays; at times my dress was rough.
I've aimed my gun at other men; war is mighty tough.
But I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep.
I volunteered for overtime, when bills became too steep.
I never left a helpless child that shook or cried from fear.
And sometimes when I held them, I shed unmanly tears.
I know I am unworthy of any house up there;
Many folks deserve it more, and that is only fair.
But if you've got a room for me, it needn't be so grand.
I'll take anything that’s left; but if not I'll understand.”
There was a silence all around the throne, where angels often trod.
While the soldier waited nervously for the judgment of his God.
“March straight in, young soldier, you've borne your cross so well.
Now live in peace on golden streets, you’re forever done with hell.”
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“Well done, good and faithful servant; you were faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord.” (Matt. 25:21)
Jesus, always Jesus!
Dennis