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The Final Inspection

The soldier 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, 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 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 soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment 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."

~Author Unknown~



Colored Folks!!!

       When I born, I black,
       when I grow up, I black,
       when I go in sun, I black,
       when I cold, I black,
       when I scared, I black,
       when I sick, I black,
       and when I die, I still black.

       You white folks....
       when you born, you pink,

       when you grow up,  you


       when you go in sun, you red,
       when you cold, you! blue,
       when you scared, you yellow,
       when you sick, you green,
       when you bruised, you purple,
       and when you die, you gray.

       So who you callin' colored folk's ???

                                                                 Author:  Unknown Texas African American



~ At Home ~


The Lord has called me home

So please, for me, try to be strong.

Please remember me for the good things that I did,

Not my wrong.

I'll leave with you all the love that I have to give,

my memories and my dreams.

The Lord has called me home,

to ease all my suffering and my pain.

Now I can rest.

To all my loved ones,

I thank you all for doing your best.

I am now happy because I'm at home with my Lord.

I am now an angel, my body is free

For, I thank you Lord, for delivering me.

Go, please let your lives go on

Because I'm better off now that I am home.

So for now I'm saying goodbye, please don't cry.

Because we will meet again, if you do as I did and let Jesus in.

So until then stay strong because I am now at home.

Contributed by: Charee Harvey from family member obituary