I Corinthians 13 describes love (charity) as such:
1. Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
2. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
3. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
4. Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,
5. Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;
6. Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;
7. Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.
8a. Charity never faileth:

A balm for a wounded soul
Love soothes, heals and comforts
Allows me to rest in its bosom
And makes me whole again
A fountain of pure flowing water
Love refreshes and revives
Sustains life and ends the drought
Of fruitless relationships
Hope springs anew
A bastion in a war-torn place
Love shields me from danger
Seen and unseen
And fortifies my mind
It is my refuge
The song of winged angels
Love edifies and brings joy
Lifts my spirit and carries me
To another time and place
And brings a song to my heart
©2011 – Andrea J. Shannon
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