The Perfect ChurchA Church that's all it ought to be; A Church that has no empty pews, Whose Pastor never has the blues; A Church whose Deacons always Deke 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 Church the best we can! Back to Christian Poetry
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