Thursday, October 20, 2011
"Though I could speak with the tongues of men and angels and yet had no LOVE I were even as a sounding brass or as a tynkling cymball. And though I could prophesy and understood all secretes and all knowledge, yea, if I had all faith so that I could move mountains out of their places and yet had no LOVE I were nothing. And though I bestowed all my goods to feed the poor, and though I gave my body even that I burned and yet had no LOVE it profiteth me nothing. LOVE suffereth long and is corteous. LOVE envieth not. LOVE doth not frowardly, swelleth not, dealeth not dishonestly, seeketh not her own, is not provoked to anger, thinketh not evil, rejoyseth not in iniquity, but rejoyseth in the truth, suffereth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things and endureth in all things. Though that prophesying failed and all tonges shall cease, and knowledge vanyshed away, yet LOVE falleth never away. For our knowledge is unperfect and our prophesying is unperfect. But when that which is perfect shall come then that which is unperfect shall be done away. When I was a child I spake as a child, I understood as a child I imagined as a child. But as soon as I was a man I put away childesness. Now we se in a glass, even in a dark speaking, but then shall we see face to face. Now I know unperfectly, but then shall I know even as I am known. Now abideth faith, hope and LOVE even these three, but the chief of these is LOVE".