Though I speak with the tongues of angels, If I have not love... My words would resound with but a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy... And understand all mysteries... and all knowledge... And though I have all faith So that I could remove mountains, if I have not love... I am nothing.
Love is patient, full of goodness; Love tolerates all things, Aspires to all things, Love never dies,
while the prophecies shall be done away,	| bis
tongues shall be silenced,	|
knowledge shall fade... thus then shall linger only faith, hope, and love... but the greatest of these... is love.