Friday, September 14, 2012

Friday Thoughts on Perfection





So much in this world
Is marred and scarred
Perfection is hard to find
But it exists
In spite of us
If love is kind and blind

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Perfection...
 It whimpers in wee babies
So pure and undefiled
It shines in faith implicit
In the eyes of a child 

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Autumn gathers the remnants
Of a summer spent and spilt
It tucks her sighs into the sod
Beneath fall’s perfect quilt

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Though spring has dawned for centuries
Not one evades its duty
It wakens all the blooms and trees
To perfect virgin beauty

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I have held perfection
It’s the tender-sweet blend
Of steadfast reflection
In the thought of a friend

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God sent Perfection to the cross
To pay for us sin’s price
Now imperfection stands in awe
Of  Love’s great sacrifice
And imperfection dares to dream
Of one glad perfect day
When this blemished and sin-scarred frame
Will finally pass away 

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Ink signatures cannot endorse
The validation of remorse
Forgiveness flows, not in a pen
But in the blood of Perfection
We cannot annul our guilt
In anything but Christ’s blood spilt

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There is a perfect song
Spilling from the rain
It taps its percussion
On my windowpane

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Darling, whisper to me
The brush of your kiss
Binds small imperfections
Into love’s perfect bliss

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There's something pure and simple
In the song of the rain
It falls like an anthem
Of love's perfect pain

Janet~


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