“Be perfect as your heavenly Father is perfect.” – Matthew 5:48
“Pert near perfect,” says you. “No need ter change,” says you. Only them that knows ya well, can cite all manner of ills that befall ya.
“Ah,” says you, “but no man be perfect. Alls got some affliction er ailment that befuddles him.”
Tis true, we got troubles, thar’s no denying it. But tha kind of perfection the Sun speaks of be the sort where a man be fit fer the purpose which suits him best. Ter send a feller up tha rigging to unfurl sails would be a poor use of a gunner with a sharp eye. Be a sorry skipper that puts his crew in harms way by assigning men positions aboard fer which they be ill fitted.
Be perfect in the same way tha stars shine bright, guiding tha skipper. Be perfect in tha same way wind fills a sail. Be perfect, mate, same as him who made ya be perfect. Don’ be someone ya ain’t and were ne’re meant ter be.
Be up right with yer steps. In that ways, when ya walk tha deck, ya won’ stumble and tumble overboards.