The 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 preacher never has the blues;
A church whose deacons always deak,
And none are proud, and all are meek.

Where gossips never peddle lies
Or make complaints or criticize.
Where all are always sweet and kind
And all to others' faults are blind.

Such perfect churches there may be,
But none of them are known to me;
But still I'll work and pray and plan
To make our church the best I can.
(Unknown)

Truly we each need to have the attitude this author had as he wrote this poem. There are no perfect churches but we need to do the best we can to make the congregation where we are members the best that it can be. Never let the problem with the church be you.

Dana Burk