WAYS OF “LOVE”

If I speak in the tongues of men I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbals.
And if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give away all I have, and if I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful;
it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends; as for prophecies, they will cease; as for knowledge is imperfect and our prophecy is imperfect; it will pass and our prophecy is imperfect will pass away.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child; I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became a man, I gave up childish ways.
For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understand. So faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

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