THE FINAL INSPECTION
THE OFFICER 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, OFFICER;
HOW SHALL I DEAL WITH YOU?
HAVE YOU ALWAYS TURNED THE OTHER CHEEK?
TO MY CHURCH HAVE YOU BEEN TRUE?”
THE OFFICER SQUARED HIS SHOULDERS AND SAID,
“NO, LORD I GUESS I AIN’T,
BECAUSE THOSE OF US WHO CARRY BADGES
CAN’T ALWAYS BE SAINTS.”
“I’VE HAD TO WORK MOST SUNDAYS,
AND AT TIMES MY TALK WAS ROUGH;
AND SOMETIMES I’BE BEEN VIOLENT,
BECAUSE THE JAILS ARE AWFULLY TOUGH.”
“BUT I NEVER TOOK A PENNY,
THAT WASN’T MINE TO KEEP…
THOUGH I WORKED LOTS OF OVERTIME
WHEN THE BILLS GOT 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 SAINTS HAD OFTEN TROD.
AS THE OFFICER WAITED QUIETLY,
FOR THE JUDGEMENT OF HIS GOD.
“STEP FORWARD NOW, OFFICER,
YOU’VE BORNE YOUR BURDENS WELL.
COME WALK A BEAT ON HEAVEN’S STREETS,
YOU’VE
DONE YOUR TIME IN HELL!”