Imperfect Being

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Life would be easier if I were
The perfect wife and mother
With no other
Aim but to serve,
But, I am an imperfect being
In an imperfect world
Where my anger unfurls
Its flag
To fly in your face,
With no thought of remorse,
Until it’s too late.

I am perfectly capable
Of screwing up,
Of a fast gallop
Down the wrong track;
But, as imperfect as I am,
I’m not totally lost,
Though the cost
To my worth
When I stop to reflect,
Often wrecks my peace
Of mind.

Yet God is working in me!
I’m an incomplete project,
Subject to checks
By a God who protects
My imperfect soul
As it strives for protection
Admist self-destruction.
God’s infinite patience
For one such as me
Reflects His perfect
Divinity.

Copyright wordz2Go Sept 2017

Isaiah 43:2 – The Message (MSG)
“But I, yes I, am the one
 who takes care of your sins – that’s what I do.
 I don’t keep a list of your sins.”

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