Music is not meant to
minimize the significance
of the Sacrifice of our Lord;
but to magnify its
importance and to serve a
model for us to try to
emulate in our everyday life.
His sacrifice hurt more than
a little.
Now I will show you the way
that surpasses all others. If I
speak with human tongues
and angelic as well, but do
not have love, I am a noisy
gong, a clanging symbol. If I
have the gift of prophecy and
with full knowledge,
comprehend all mysteries, If I
have faith great enough to
move mountains, but have not
love, I AM NOTHING. If I give
everything to feed the poor
and hand over my body to be
burned, but have not love, I
GAIN NOTHING.
Love is patient; love is kind.
Love is not jealous, it does
not put on airs, it is not
snobbish. Love is never rude,
it is not self seeking, it is not
prone to anger; neither does
it brood over injuries. Love
does not rejoice in what is
wrong but rejoices with the
truth. There is no limit to love's
forbearance, to its trust, its
hope, its power to endure.
Love never fails. Prophecies
will cease, tongues will fall
silent, knowledge will pass
away. Our knowledge is
imperfect and our
prophesying imperfect. When
the perfect comes, the
imperfect will pass away.
When I was like a child, I used
to talk like a child, think like a
child, reason like a child.
When I became a man I put
childish ways aside.
Now we see indistinctly, as a
mirror; then we shall see face
to face. My knowledge is
imperfect now; then I shall
know even as I am known.
There are three things that
last; faith, hope and love, and
the greatest of these is love.
