Practice Doesn’t Make Perfect

The more we practice; the better we get;
of that; we can always be certain;
perfection can’t be achieved, by sweat;
it lives alone beyond a veiled curtain.

Perfection is a road, where man cannot go;
for it is the Master’s home;
persistance and sweat can help us grow;
perfection is God’s alone.

Hard work and time will make us better;
in whatever may be our quest;
determination makes us improve forever;
but, there’s only One, who is best.

It’s true we’re made in the Master’s image;
and a picture is worth a thousand words;
to believe perfection is a part of our lineage;
is a merely that picture, blurred.

For God shall always be our master;
and we were created his servant;
to compete with God brings disaster;
our love and faith must be fervent.

Only God is the embodiement of perfection;
his love is more than sufficient;
while we’re the prodigals of rejection;
our Master and Lord is omniscient.

We will always turn to our lord above;
creator of what is, and was;
our Master has filled our lives with love;
Perfect is; what Perfect does.

Monty 12/16/24. # 2,516