The Perfect Church
I think that I shall never see
A Church that’s all it ought to be
A Church that has no empty pews
Whose Preacher 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 complaint or criticize
Where all are always sweet and kind
And all to each others fault 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
If you could find a Perfect Church without one fault or smear
For goodness sake don’t join that Church you’ll spoil the atmosphere
If you should find a Perfect Church don’t you ever dare
To tread upon such holy ground you might be a misfit there
But since no Perfect Church exists made of imperfect man
Then let’s cease looking for that Church and love the one we’re in
Of course its not a Perfect Church thats simple to discern
But you and I and all of us could cause the tide to turn.