Perfect
Christ was perfect and he got crusified
The poor man was helpless
and he did it all for his kind
full of sin we became and for that he bled
and we dont realize exactly how much he shed
I dont want to be perfect I'll get crusified
no telling if id even cry
I don't want to die
I do love man kind
but sinners arent perfect and i don't wantto try
I'll get on my knees and I'll pray and repent
for I want to go to heaven when my time
here comes to an end
hopeing to have it well spent
christ hears mycries when somebody dies
reading the bible I know he don't tell no lies
His body preserved, his blood touches the earth
His perfection has gave us rebirth..
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
