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 pastor 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.

----Author Unknown