A 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 people all pay their dues.
A church whose members always sing,
And flock to church when bells ring
And none is proud but all are meek.
Where gossips never peddle lies,
Or make complaints, or criticize.
Where all are always sweet and kind
And all to other’s faults are blind.
Such perfect churches there may be
But none of them are known to me.
But still we’ll work, and pray, and plan
To make our own the best we can!
by Author Unknown
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 people all pay their dues.
A church whose members always sing,
And flock to church when bells ring
And none is proud but all are meek.
Where gossips never peddle lies,
Or make complaints, or criticize.
Where all are always sweet and kind
And all to other’s faults are blind.
Such perfect churches there may be
But none of them are known to me.
But still we’ll work, and pray, and plan
To make our own the best we can!
by Author Unknown