Nobodys Perfecked Poem by Denis Martindale

Nobodys perfecked thats so true,
Not even me not even you,
Not even him or her next door,
Cos everybodys got some flaw.
If I was perfecked then Id boast
That Im much better than the most
Who fink theyve never sinned at all,
Yet still tell lies both great and small

Nobodys perfecked that makes sense,
Not even those with tons of friends,
Not even those with enemies,
Cos everybodys hard to please.
If I was perfecked Id be king
To rule the world and everything
And folks would listen all day long
As if my heart could do no wrong.

Nobodys perfecked so they say,
Thats why to Jesus Christ we pray,
Thats why folks call upon His Name,
Cos without Him lifes not the same.
If I was perfecked but I aint,
Although I try to be a saint,
And when I try with all my might,
Praise God I sometimes do things right!

Nobodys perfecked, thats the truth,
But God forgives Christ is the proof.
So pray like I did long ago,
God grant me grace that I might grow.
I know Gods grace we dont deserve,
But each soul has a learning curve.
God help me now, both night and day.
Cos Im not perfecked yet, O.K.?