Perfection
Hardly a moment won't pass us by
when thoughts once elaborate deflate, expire.
Theories once bolstered on pages of text
float on the breeze to their grave where they rest.
Only one hope is secure and defined
and is solidly fixed in heart and in mind.
The moment the earth is released from it's sickness
and blanketed warm with His healing forgiveness
Perfection decreed and completely attained
cleanness of air, and of sea and of land.
Then, every moment that passes us by
filled with praises to heaven on high.
Scrolls which are new and full of rich song
blessings for mankind, eternally long.
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