Perfect

Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect 

–Matthew 5:48

Lace-lined ankles of clean white socks

In little Mary Jane Velcro-strap shoes

Our church dresses were seldom washed

Since Mom would say, “They’re barely used”

The service ends, but Sunday does not

Always keep the rules that you’ve been taught

Church clothes come off, church manners stay

A day for reverence, not a day for play

“I’m trying to be like Jesus,” we’d sing

So we tried to be perfect in every thing

We believed that piety could never fail

Til a fatal mistake tore a rip in the veil