Perfection

I'm not a perfect Christian, though I try so hard to be.
The only one Who's perfect is my Lord, Who died for me.

I've tried and failed so often as the path of faith I've trod,
And I know that all my failures deeply grieve the heart of God;

Yet He puts His arms around me, and He helps me to be strong,
As He lovingly chastises me, and shows me where I'm wrong.

I'm trying to be holy, as I read the Word each day,
And I feel so close to Jesus as I bend my knees and pray,

But the times temptations lure me, and I stumble and I fall,
I must ask the Lord's forgiveness, as I hear His gentle call.

No, I'm not a perfect Christian, though I know some day I'll be
Clothed in righteousness in Heaven, as the Lord has promised me.

So I'm asking Christ to help me, just today, to do my best.
And I know if I am faithful to the task, He'll do the rest.

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