Relationship Haiku

At the weekdays’ end
He visits me, once again
Butterflies flutter

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Perfection

I know that I’m not perfect
I’m not yet meant to be
The One was ever perfect
Is the One who set me free

Born of a virgin woman
He walked amongst the lost
And died a most traumatic death –
He saved us on a cross

Perfection sacrificed Himself
Merciful and true
Jesus was the perfect lamb
Could ever make us new

And one day He will raise us up
We’ll meet Him face to face
It’s then we’ll gain perfection
According to His loving grace.