The Perfect Church

I think that I shall never see
A church that’s all it ought to be;
A church whose members never stray
Beyond the straight and narrow way.

A church that has no empty pews;
Whose pastor never has the blues;
A church whose deacons always deak,
And none are proud, and all are meek.

Where gossips never peddle lies
Or make complaints or criticize.
Where all are always sweet and kind
And all to others’ faults are blind.

Such perfect churches there may be,
But none of them is known to me;
But still I’ll work and pray and plan
To make our church the best I can.

— Church Bulletin Bits #1

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