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The Final Inspection The sailor stood and faced God Which must always come to pass He hope his shoes were shining Just as brightly as his brass "Step forward now, you sailor How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To my church has you been true?" The sailor squared his shoulder 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 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 silence all around the throne Where the saint had often trod As the sailor waited quietly For the judgement of his God "Step forward now, you sailor You've born your burdens well Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets You've done your time in Hell."
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