Imperfect

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We were created with no flaw,

innocent before evils gaping maw.


God made us blameless in His sight,

hoping we would get it right.


Yet man and woman they did fail,

and became weak, human, frail.


Made by a God so perfect,

yet we did sin and were imperfect.


However The Lord, God, The Creator,

sent His Son who compared to man is greater.


He died upon a cursed tree,

to save imperfect you and me.

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