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--

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