Below are the verses from a song sung by our soloist in Church Sunday that I felt was worth sharing.
Though I may speak with the heat of fire and have the power to inspire, but have no love, I may as well beat a rusty drum, blow an empty shell.
For I may know all there is to know and prophesy how the world will go, but have no love, then lost I am. My words are vain as grains of sand.
Love is not proud, makes no parade. Love keeps no score, love is not afraid. Love always hopes, loves always hears. Love never fails, never disappears.