Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.‘
How shall I deal with you ?
Have you always turned the other cheek ?
To My Church have you been true?’
‘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,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.
Thinking of all the
My nephew, the Army Ranger, sent me this e-mail and it was so funny that I just had to share it. I’m still laughing…
I am sick today so I will be doing this short post and I have an update from IFCJ that I will put on here for you but that will be all. Please say a prayer for me. I don’t know if it is a virus, infection or MS but I am miserable and my head hurts so bad I can hardly stand it.
My father is a veteran of WWII and my next elder brother sent this to me last night. Please take a moment to click on this link and watch the video. It will only take 2 short minutes of your time to honor the men and women who served our nation during this war.
You need to view the whole thing to be counted, it’s only 2 min long.