Only The Imperfect Seek Perfection Poem by Denis Martindale

To conquer Heaven, Earth and Hell,
The noble spirit must excel
And by God's grace there comes the time
To stand triumphant and sublime...

That's why much more each pilgrim finds
Than little thoughts in little minds
And borne of failures comes success,
Then truly Man gains happiness...

For nothing more would God expect,
Nor bid your talents to neglect,
But press on, friends, take heart, press on,
Before our precious lives are gone...

God still bestows good hearts of cheer
Each day, each week, each month and year
And with the waving of His hand,
Grants miracles that He has planned...

Therefore, I plead that we stand fast,
We're not the first, we're not the last,
This is our time, our time to shine,
God bless what's yours... God bless what's mine!

Man's saddest thought is perfection,
It stops us in our tracks,
For it makes us seek reflection
Of what a person lacks
And with such thoughts, the demons play,
To taunt our weakest links,
Because you know what people say,
A man is what he thinks...


Denis Martindale February 2017.


GOD BLESS YOU AS YOU BLESS GOD!
DO SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR HIM...


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