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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