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~