1 Corinthians 13

If I speak in the tongues of human beings and of angels, but have no love, I have become resounding bronze or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophecy and know all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith so as to move mountains, but have no love, I am nothing. And if I distribute all my possessions to feed others, and if I hand over my body to be burned, but have no love, I gain nothing. Love is patient; love is kind. Love does not envy, does not boast, is not puffed up, does not behave indecently, does not seek its own interests, is not provoked, does not keep account of wrongs, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. But prophecies will be done away with, tongues will cease, and knowledge will be done away with. For we know in part and prophesy in part, but when what is perfect comes, what is partial will be done away with. When I was a child, I spoke like a child, thought like a child, reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, just as I have been fully known. And now faith, hope, and love remain, these three, but the greatest of these is love.

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