"Following is a poem from our steward in Madisonville who is serving in Iraq. Its his 4th tour to the Middle East" ---Hugh Smith
"A Soldier Reports to God"
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 rough
But, I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills just got 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 silence all around the throne, where the Saints had often trod
As the Soldier waited quietly, for the judgement 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."
Written by: Abel De Leon, Jr.