Perfection is Worthless

How do I prove thee? Let me count the ways:

I act and not for me but for His praise;

I tithe, I worship, display modesty,

I follow all the rules right to a T.  

Of all the sin in others’ lives abstain,

I all abhor and quite refuse the same.

In all I strive to honor and proclaim

The grace of God, His majesty, His reign.

If asked, I can Scripture for you provide,

But my work poisons like a pesticide.

All that I do I say is from above,

But what’s obedience in lack of love?  

My life is meant to love, to help, to teach;

Not just obey; also, in love, to reach.  

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