Man, we can make something happen in this house tonight
God is here, you are here
Let's continue to give our offering to him
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels
But have not love
I am only a resounding gong or clanging cymbal
And if I have the gift of prophecy
And can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge
And if I have a faith that can move the mountains
But have not love
I am nothing
And if I give all I possess to the poor
And surrender my body to the flames
But have not love
I gain nothing
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Love is patient, love is kind
It does not envy, does not boast
It is not proud, it is not rude
It is not self-seeking
Love is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth
It always protects, always hopes, always trusts, always perseveres
Love never fails
Where there are prophecies they will cease
Where there are tongues they will be stilled
Where there is knowledge it will pass away
For we know in part and we prophesy in part
But when perfection comes the imperfect disappears
Why when I was a child I talked like a child
I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child
But when I became a man, I put those childish ways behind me
And now, I see, but a poor reflection as in a mirror
But then, yes then, oh then I shall see face to face
Now I know in part
But then I shall know fully
Even as I am fully known
And now these three remains
Faith, hope, and love
But the greatest of these is love
The greatest of these is
Love