I may speak in the tongues of men, even angels;
but if I lack love, I have become merely
blaring brass or a cymbal clanging.

² I may have the gift of prophecy,
I may fathom all mysteries, know all things,
have all faith — enough to move mountains;
but if I lack love, I am nothing.

³ I may give away everything that I own,
I may even hand over my body to be burned;
but if I lack love, I gain nothing.
⁴ Love is patient and kind, not jealous, not boastful,
⁵ not proud, rude or selfish, not easily angered,
and it keeps no record of wrongs.
⁶ Love does not gloat over other people’s sins
but takes its delight in the truth.
⁷ Love always bears up, always trusts,
always hopes, always endures.

⁸ Love never ends; but prophecies will pass,
tongues will cease, knowledge will pass.
⁹ For our knowledge is partial, and our prophecy partial;
¹⁰ but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass.

¹¹ When I was a child, I spoke like a child,
thought like a child, argued like a child;
now that I have become a man,
I have finished with childish ways.

¹² For now we see obscurely in a mirror,
but then it will be face to face.
Now I know partly; then I will know fully,
just as God has fully known me.

¹³ But for now, three things last —
trust, hope, love;
and the greatest of these is love.

~God Still Moves