First Corinthans, Chpater 13

If I speak in tongues of men and angels,
but have not love,
I am only a resounding gong or a crashing cymbal.

If I have the gift of prophesy
and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
and I have faith that can move mountains,
but I have not love,
I am nothing.

If I give all I posses to the poor
and surrender my body to the flames,
but I have not love,
I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud. It is not rude,
it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps not record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil,
but rejoices with truth.

It always protects,
always trusts,
always helps,
always preserves.

Love never fails.

But where there are prophecies,
they will cease;
Where there are tongues,
they will be stilled;
Where there is knowledge.
It will pass away.

For now we know in part
we prophecy in part,
But when perfection comes,
the imperfect disappears

When I was a child
I talked like a child,
I thought like a child,
I reasoned like a child.
When I became a man,
I put childish ways behind me.

Now we see but a poor refection, as in a mirror
Then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part;
then I shall know fully,
as I am fully known.

And now these three remain;
faith, hope, and love.
But the greatest of these is love.