The Corinthian Ode 13:13 To have the gift of language skills And speak the words of every land But lack the gift that’s given free It’s as a cymbal clanging shrill To not possess the gift of Love And prophesize all mysteries Or move a mountain with my faith Relieve my tenure to the poor I know not what will profit me To not possess the gift of Love For love is patient, love is kind It does not brag nor is it proud It angers not nor questions wrongs Truth is sought and evil spurned For Love is always their to win With faith and hope, Love always guards Someday these gifts will pass away But Love is always hear to stay As I child I played with toys And then one day discarded them My mirrowed gaze is vague to me The image of my God is blurred But someday his face will be clear faith, Hope and Love will remain But the greatest of these is Love Based on Corinthians 13:13 CONTEST 232 Sponsored by Brian Strand November 1, 2016