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 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