The soldier stood and face his God, which must always come to pass,
He hoped his shoes were shining, just as bright as his brass,
Step forward now you soldier, how should 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,
Becuse those of us that carry guns can't always be a saints,
But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep,
Though I worked alot of overtime when the bills got too steep,

I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear,
And sometimes, God forgive me I 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 much, but if you don't I'll understand,
Step forward now you soldier, you've borne your burdens well,
Walk peacefully on heaven's streets, you've done your time in hell.