I came across this picture, and tears sprang to my eyes. How often do I remember to pray for men and women who give up so much to war for our protection, and for the good of the world? How many families live in fear for their loved ones so far away? How many prayers are lifted up for them? Lord, this morning I lift up my prayers for them all. Send your angels to surround them, protecting them from harm; send your comfort to fill them and alleviate their fear; but most of all, Lord, bring them to know your salvation!
The Words on the picture:
The soldier kneeled 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 you soldier. How shall I deal with you. Have you always turned the other cheek? To my church have you always been true?"
The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No Lord, I guess I ain't, cause 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. I work a lot of overtime, when the bills just got too steep, but I've never passed a cry for help, tho 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 have 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 soldier waited quietly for the judgement of his God."Step forward now you soldier, you've borne your burdens well. Walk peacefully in heavens' streets, you've done your time in hell."