He treats them with great suspicion
Expecting them to be perfect
Their motives he thinks are suspect
But there's no such thing as perfect
We all fail in every respect
Including the church snob as well
The perfect-church myth let's dispel
All human beings are faulty
Christians are meant to be salty
A bright shiny light on a hill
Not dill on a hill sounding shrill
But critics will always find fault
While Christians are becoming salt
They may fail but don't be upset
They're trying but not quite there yet
It's not about imperfect men
Or singing and saying, Amen
It's all about Jesus who died
And rose for all sinners worldwide
