While clearing out the family home after the death of my mum I found a
number of poems written in her own hand (but presume they are collected
from her favourite or other church magazines).
Morag
The Perfect Church
“If you should find the perfect church
Without one fault or smear,
For goodness sake don’t you join that church
You’ll spoil the atmosphere!
If you should find the perfect church
Where all anxieties cease,
Then pass it by, lest joining it
You mar the masterpiece.
If you should find the perfect church
Then don’t you ever dare
To tread upon such holy ground
You’d be a misfit there.
But since no perfect church exists
Made of imperfect men
Lets cease our looking for that church
And love the church we’re in.
Of course it’s not a perfect church
That’s simple to discern
But you and I and all of us
Could cause the tide to turn
What fools we are to flee our post
In that unfaithful search
To find at last where problems bloom
God proudly builds his church.
Anon
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November edition: Sunday 15 October 2017).
Morag: Editor
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