Perthectly Imperfect

Of perfect love, I have no fear
yet in my lack; I fear no flaws
Our Father says "My little Dear,
perfection is of love; not yours"

He told of the Angel, for who
was perfect in the sight of all
of how he lost the love of true
perfection gone before the fall

"So nothing is or ever was
without the love; perfection too
In my sight little, dear, tis your love
not life; ...perfect and true.

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