If I speak with the languages of men and of angels, but don't have love, I have become a sounding brass gong, or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and knowledge; and have all faith so as to remove mountains, but don't have love, I am nothing. If I give all I have to feed the poor, and my body to be burned, but don't have love, I will find nothing.

Love is patient and kind. Love does not envy. Love does not brag, is not proud, does not dishonor, does not seek the self, is not provoked, and takes no account of evil, but rejoices in truth. Love bears all things, trusts, hopes and endures.

Love never fails. Prophecies will cease. Tongues will quiet. Knowledge will pass away. We know in part and prophesy in part, but in whole, the part disappears.

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child. As a man I put away childish things. Now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then, face to face. Now I know in part, but then I will know fully, even as I was also fully known.

But now faith, hope, and love remain - these three. The greatest of these is love.

I Corinthians 13