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
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