Oh, nobody is perfect, we all have our flaws
Yet, some stand there pointing without any cause
Because deep down inside us; in everyone it's true
There's rooom for perfecting: so much, yet, to do
So stop all of your boasting like you've already arrived
At the throne of God's kingdom completely purified
You know who you are...because , you make it your aim
To point out every person who's imperfect, by name
The other day I heard it through the grapevine, it's true
How perfection is measured when it comes down to you
It isn't all glorious the way that you believe
Perfection is measured by some employment or degree?
So stop all of your boasting like you've already arrived
At the throne of God's kingdom completely purified
You know who you are ..because you make it your aim
To point out every person who's imperfect, by name
Oh look at your heart now and see how you have known
You have been like a judge over every life but your own
Somehow you are thinking that the church pew will arise
And claime you are all perfect but this is all lies!
So stop all of your boasting like you've already arrived
At the throne of God's kingdom completely purified
You know who you are ..because you make it your aim
To point out every person who's imperfect, by name
There is only one way to fix this one way it's true
Drop down and admit it you're imperfect ..yes you
And stop all of that judgment; thinking you're right
To decide who is worthy and who isn't so bright
So stop all of your boasting like you've already arrived
At the throne of God's kingdom completely purified
You know who you are ..because you make it your aim
To point out every person who's imperfect, by name
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