Love

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, coping all things Love has no evil in mind If I had the gift of prophecy And all 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 so 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