[Corinthians II:13]



Although I speak in tongues

Of men and angels

I'm just sounding brass

And tinkling cymbals without love-



Love suffers long-

Love is kind!-

Enduring all things-

Love has no evil in mind



If I had the gift of prophecy-

And all the knowledge-

And the faith to move the mountains

Even if I understood all of the mysteries-

If I didn't have love

I'd be nothing



Love-never looks for love-

Love's not puffed up-

Or envious-

Or touchy-

Because it rejoices in the truth

Not in iniquity

Love sees like a child sees



As a child I spoke as a child-

I thought and I understood as a child-

But when I became a woman-

I put away childish things

And began to see through a glass darkly



Where, as a child, I saw it face to face

Now, I only know it in part

Fractions in me

Of faith and hope and love

And of these great three

Love's the greatest beauty

Love

Love

Love