When I finally come to live with You,
Will I be satisfied with Your love and
The love of the multitudes of my brothers and sisters?
Will I never have to yearn for an imperfect man's love?
Will my job consist of pleasing You?
Will my mode of transportation be the wings of angels?
Will I be comforted before I can weep?
Will I be encouraged before I can be discouraged?
Will my cheeks hurt from a constant smile?
Then,
Why can't I feel that on earth?
Isn't it just altitude?
Shouldn't the church be heavenly?
The imperfections in man
Remind me of the imperfections in me.
Crystal Dawn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imperfections-in-me/
