What if I spoke all the many man and angel tongues?
Without love or charity, Id just be noisy cymbals and crashing gongs.
Understanding mystery and giving prophesy to the waters and to river;
Moving mighty mountains, does my faith endeavor.
Yet without Love, my soul is naught and I have nothing earned.
Love suffers long and seeks that truth be learned.
Love seeketh not her own gain or delight in angers burned.
Love beareth
