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