Perfect People

Where are the perfect people?
There's no guarantees, No warrantees;
Yet we need each other anyway,
And we have to trust each other.

Where in this world are the perfect people?
We fly airplanes into buildings.
We kill others and ourselves.
Just to cause trouble. It works.

We send our children to poor countries,
While we sit waiting in abundance,
For them to die for even more.
This makes us sad and proud of them.

Where are the perfect people?
Where in this world are the perfect people?
There’s no guarantees, no warrantees
Yet we still have to trust anyway.

Some of us try trusting a perfect God
And He tells us to trust each other
And even love each other
This can’t be! We are not perfect!

We fail and hurt more than we can help.
We take more than our share from each other.
Even at our very best.
We whine and cry and kick and scream.

Where God, in this world, are the perfect people?
Do you sit, smile kindly, and shake your head?
Sorry, no warrantees no guarantees.
How am I supposed to trust anyway?

I am one of your imperfect people.
I know because I hurt when I try to help.
I want much more than I need, then get angry.
Today, I pray that it isn’t Finished.