There are no perfect friends
They are a specie gone extinct,
Prehistoric thought commends
There never was a missing link.
Perfect friends never existed
These vague ideals measure none-
Genuine ones, those that persisted
With all the messing one has done.
Through many disagreements bared
The tie's perfected through the years,
In trying times the bonds have dared
To stand through many smiles and tears.
Thus in Life we learn to see
How Christ to our imperfection gave
True friendship there for you and me
With which the lost, we reach to save.
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