If you should find the perfect church
Without one fault or smear
For goodness sake don’t join that church
You’d spoil the atmosphere
If you should find the perfect church
Where all anxieties cease
Then pass it by, lest joining in
You’d spoil the master piece
If you should find the perfect church
Then don’t ever dare
To tread upon such holy ground
You’d be a misfit there
But since no perfect church exists
Made of perfect men
Let’s cease looking for that church
And love the church we’re in
Of course it’s not the perfect church
That’s simple to discern
But you and I and all of us
Could cause the tide to turn
What fools are we to flee the past
In that fruitful search
To find at last, where problems loom
God proudly builds His church
Anonymous – Source unknown
