If I build a house, it is ten thousand to one if I do not afterwards find it defective in some respect or other: there is continually something to add, or something to alter, and something that may be improved for the better.Â—If I write a book, I find it imperfect. Some errata of the printer, some defects in the language, something to add, or something to retrench. So it is with all human works. The work of Christ’s righteousness and redemption is the only finished, the only perfect work that ever was wrought among men. God give me faith in it!
A. M. Toplady