Practice makes perfect so many say
And practice we do for that very day
That we’ll walk down the aisle and he’ll sweep us away
Yet as much as we practice, it never seems perfect.
But we try over and over again.
To be perfect. We practice to be perfect.
That little girl in that pretty pink dress
Will practice her skipping in front of the rest
Making sure her doll is dressed the very best
And she’ll keep practicing to be sweet and cute.
But she will never win everyone’s approval.
The little girl starts practicing to be rough
Because she’s supposed to be cute, but also be tough.
To be equal to men she must be more than enough
And all the mixed signals become so confusing.
And yet she practices over and over again.
To be perfect. We practice to be perfect.
That pretty little girl soon meets a young man
And at thirteen she’ll practice holding his hand.
She’ll practice her laugh, her smile, her stand,
But all of that practice and perfect make-up
Can never prepare her heart for that break-up.
And she’ll go off to college and meet many more men
And they’ll practice breaking her heart over and over again.
She’ll practice fitting in, meeting some needs, and then
She’ll realize that everything she’s practiced isn’t good enough
And soon it seems impossible
To be perfect. We practice to be perfect.
And as a mommy she’ll practice giving her heart
Bandaging wounds, giving kisses, and it will start
To being hard keeping the world from falling apart
And yet she’ll practice for them
And pretend everything is perfect.
But all of this practice will not prepare us for anything
For heartache, for love, for loss, for pain
For gossip, for tears, for friendships, for fears
And yet we will practice again
To be perfect. We practice to be perfect.
However, a small whisper says to each of us
“Stop practicing and learn how to trust
I died out of love and you can just
Stop practicing.
Because I am Perfect.”
And soon that girl will realize that perfect is just a prayer away
And Jesus is ready to be the one on that day
Who she will walk toward and listen to Him say
“Stop practicing,
My Love is Perfect.”
