The Epistle on Love

First Corinthians, chapter 13

Though I may speak in the tongues of men and of angels, if I have not love, I am but a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal…

And though I may have prophetic power, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge, and though I may have all faith, so as to move mountains, if I have not love, I am nothing.

And though I may give away all that I have, and deliver my body to be burned, if I have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, and is kind; love is not jealous, or boastful; it is not arrogant, or rude. 

Love does not insist on having its own way; it is not irritable, or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.

Love bears all things, believes in all things, maintains hope through all things, and endures all things.  Love never ends.

As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away, for our knowledge is imperfect, and our prophecy is imperfect, but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away.

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, and I reasoned like a child, but when I became a man, I gave up childish ways.

For we see as in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face; we know in part, then understand fully.

In this life, faith, hope, and love abide, these three, and the greatest of these is love.

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