LOVE...

"Though I speak with the tongue of men and of angels, and have not love, I am as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
And though I have the gift of prophecy, so I can understand all mysteries and have all knowledge, and thought I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
Charity suffereth long, and is kind; Charity envieth not; Charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up.
Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil.
Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth.
Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.
For we know in part, and we prophesy in apart.
But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away with.
When I was a child, I spake like a child, I understood like a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part, but then shall I know even as also I am known.
And now abideth faith, hope, Charity, these three; but the greatest of these is Charity."
~1 Corinthians 13~