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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 tough.
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,
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
Dedicated To All That Serve... God Bless America!




Before we put on our badge and gun, there is one thing, that needs to be done.
We ask you Lord to protect us today, as we take this warrant and get on our way.
As we approach the house, there’s a broken sash, a child’s toy on the ground, the smell of trash.
We never know what‘s behind the door,
All geared up, with the vests we wore.
We make it inside, as we look around, the children stand there, not making a sound.
We find our man, we start to cuff, while the kids stand watching, making it tough.
Now off to jail, we look like bad guys, hopefully they don’t cry as they say their good byes.
At the end of the day, when the job is done, we take off our vests, and put away our gun, and all is well, now we are home.

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