Pefect Poem by Nicholas Wayde Turner 24

Pefect



No one in this world is perfect.
We all have our weird ways of doing things.
We all have made our share of mistakes.
The only one in this world that is perfection is our heavenly father.
He knows all and he does all.
Everything we do should represent him.
So help your fellow brother and sisters find their way to God.
Confess your sins and he will always forgive.
February 18,2015

Thursday, February 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: perfection
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