Although I speak in tongues
Of men and angels
I’m just sounding brass
And tinkling cymbals without loveLove suffers long
Love is kind!
Enduring all things
Love has no evil in mindIf 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 nothingLove – 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 seesAs 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 darklyWhere, 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
