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Robert W Service - Perfection
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If I could practise what I preach,
Of fellows there would few be finer;
If I were true to what I teach
My life would be a lot diviner.
If I would act the way I speak,
Of halo I might be a winner:
The spirit wills, the flesh is weak,—
         I`m just a simple sinner.
         
Six days I stray,—on number seven
I try to be a little better,
And stake a tiny claim on Heaven
By clinging close to gospel letter.
My pew I occupy on Sunday,
And though I draw the line at snoring,
I must admit I long for Monday,
         And find the sermon boring.

Although from godly grace I fall,
For sensed with sin my every act is,
`Twere better not to preach at all,
Then I would have no need to practice.
So Sabbath day I`ll sneak away,
And though the Church grieve my defection,
In sunny woodland I will pray:
         "God save us from Perfection!"
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