1st Corinthians 13 (song)

Song: 1st Corinthians 13
Music, Lyrics & Voice: AI

[Verse1]
For love is patient, and for love is kind.
It does not boast, nor is it puffed with pride.
It does not envy when another thrives.
No rudeness marks its way, no selfish strives.
It is not quickly angered, nor keeps score,
No record of past wrongs from days before.
It finds no joy in evil, dark and deep,
But with the truth, its hopeful pledges keep.
[Chorus]
With clanging cymbals, or with tongues of men,
If love is absent, all was fruitless to begin.
If prophecy's deep secrets one possess,
Move the mountains, yet love not, all is meaningless.
If all one owns to feed the poor one spends,
If to the flames the very body one sends,
Without this love, no profit will one find.
For love is selfless charity for mankind.
[Verse2]
It bears all things, and trusts without a flaw,
It hopes for all things, following love's law.
It stands for all things, and it will endure,
For love itself is faithful, strong, and pure.
Though prophecies and tongues shall cease to be,
And knowledge fade like mist upon the sea,
Love never fails; it holds its endless sway.
Love is as good tomorrow as it is today.
[Chorus]
With clanging cymbals, or with tongues of men,
If love is absent, all was fruitless to begin.
If prophecy's deep secrets one possess,
Move the mountains, yet love not, all is meaningless.
If all one owns to feed the poor one spends,
If to the flames the very body one sends,
Without this love, no profit will one find.
For love is selfless charity for mankind.
[Verse3]
For now, one sees through mirrors, in a haze,
A fractured vision through earthly days.
But when the perfect comes, one will see the light,
And know as one is known, with perfect sight.
The childish things one clings to, one will give up,
To drink from wisdom's everlasting cup.
And so abide these three, a steadfast art:
Sweet faith, enduring hope, and love's true heart.
[Bridge]
And of these three, though all are gifts from high,
The greatest, deepest, is the love that will not die.
[Chorus]
With clanging cymbals, or with tongues of men,
If love is absent, all was fruitless to begin.
If prophecy's deep secrets one possess,
Move the mountains, yet love not, all is meaningless.
If all one owns to feed the poor one spends,
If to the flames the very body one sends,
Without this love, no profit will one find.
For love is selfless charity for mankind.