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The Gift of Love

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clang­ing cym­bal. And if I have prophet­ic pow­ers, and under­stand all mys­ter­ies and all knowl­edge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove moun­tains, but have not love, I am noth­ing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliv­er my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain noth­ing.

Love is patient and kind; love is not jeal­ous or boast­ful; it is not arro­gant or rude. Love does not insist on 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 all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love nev­er ends; as for the 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, I rea­soned like a child; when I became a man, I gave up child­ish ways. For now we see in a mir­ror dim­ly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall under­stand ful­ly, even as I have been ful­ly under­stood. So faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the great­est of these is love. (I Corinthi­ans 13:1–13)