THE FINAL INSPECTION - inspirational poem for fallen veteran

THE FINAL INSPECTION

author unknown

The young Marine stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, Marine,
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 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 a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the Marine waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, young Marine,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."

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OLD BRUSH ARBORS LYRICS

OLD BRUSH ARBORS
(c) D. Edwards / G.Ardis
Brush Arbor sung byGeorge Jones


Old Brush Arbors by the of the road
I remember them so clearly mom
and dad loved them so dearly
Old brush arbors by the side of the road

Where I learned about salvation
from the book of revelations
In an arbor by the side of the road

Old brush arbors by the side of the road
Where the mighty light of God's great mercy flowed
There was prayin' shoutin' singin'
till the country side was ringin'
Brush arbors by the side of the road

Old brush arbors by the side of the road
Where a sinner could lay down his heavy load
It was in those old brush arbors
troubled souls found peaceful harbors
Brush arbors by the side of the road

Many times I have departed
from the way of life I started
In them arbora by the side of the road
But each time the devils' caught me
I remember what they taught me
In brush arbors by the side of the road

Old brush arbors by the side of the road
Where the mighty light of God's great mercy flowed
There was prayin' shoutin' singin'
till the country side was ringin'
Brush arbors by the side of the road

Old brush arbors by the of the road




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I wish someone had told me sooner inspirational poem

I wish someone had told me sooner
by: anonymous

As we grow up,
we learn that even the one person
that wasn't supposed to ever let you down -
probably will.

You will have your heart broken
probably more than once
and it's harder every time.
You'll break hearts too,
so remember how it felt when yours was broken.

You'll fight with your best friend.
You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.
You'll cry because time is passing too fast,
and you'll eventually lose someone you love.

So take too many pictures,
laugh too much,
and love like you've never been hurt
because every sixty seconds you spend upset
is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.

Don't be afraid that your life will end,
be afraid that it will never begin...





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God on the Mountain Lyrics

'Do or do Not,
there is no Try'
~Yoda




God on the Mountain
~no author listed

Life is easy when your up on the mountain
And you've got peace of mind like you've never known
But then things change and you're down in the valley
Don't lose faith for you're never alone

For the God of the mountain is still God in the valley
When things go wrong, He'll make them right
And the God of the good time is still God in the bad times
The God of the day is still God in the night

You talk of faith when you're up on the mountain
But the talk comes easy when life's at it's best
But it is down in the valley of trials and temptation
That's when faith is really put to the test

For the God of the mountain is still God in the valley
When things go wrong, He'll make them right
And the God of the good time is still God in the bad times
The God of the day is still God in the night

The God of the day is still God in the night



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PERHAPS THE WORLD ENDS HERE POEM BY JOY HARJO

"There are hundreds of languages in the world,
but a smile speaks them all"





Perhaps the World Ends Here
from The Woman Who Fell From The Sky
(c) Joy Harjo


The world begins at a kitchen table.
No matter what, we must eat to live.

The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table.
So it has been since creation, and it will go on.

We chase chickens or dogs away from it.
Babies teeth at the corners.
They scrape their knees under it.

It is here that children are given instructions
on what it means to be human.
We make men at it, we make women.

At this table we gossip,
recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.

Our dreams drink coffee with us as
they put their arms around our children.
They laugh with us at our poor falling-down
selves and as we put ourselves back together
once again at the table.

This table has been a house in the rain,
an umbrella in the sun.

Wars have begun and ended at this table.
It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror.
A place to celebrate the terrible victory.

We have given birth on this table,
and have prepared our parents for burial here.

At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow.
We pray of suffering and remorse.
We give thanks.

Perhaps the world will end here at the kitchen table,
while we are laughing and crying,
eating of the last sweet bite.





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ANGER AND THE FENCE - LIFE LESSONS

"I believe that sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel."




ANGER AND THE FENCE LIFE LESSONS


There once was a little girl who had a bad temper.
Her mother gave her a bag of nails and told her that every time she lost her temper,
she must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

The first day the girl had driven 37 nails into the fence.
Over the next few weeks, as she learned to control her anger,
the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.
She discovered it was easier to hold her temper
than to drive those nails into the fence.

Finally the day came when the girl didn't lose her temper at all.
She told her mother about it and the mother
suggested that the girl now pull out one nail for each day
that she was able to hold her temper.

The day passed and the young girl was finally
able to tell her mother that all the nails were gone.
The mother took her daughter by the hand and led her to the fence.

She said, "You have done well, my daughter,
but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.
When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one."

You can put a knife in a person and draw it out.
It won't matter how many times you say "I'm sorry",
the wound is still there.
A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.






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KINDNESS TRIALS AND SORROWS...

"God did not create hurry"



Kindness
keeps you sweet;

Trials
keep you strong;

Sorrows
keep you human;

Failures
keep you humble,

Success
keeps you glowing;

But
only Humor
keeps you going!






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