Kings Request Mysteries Readsdaily
Though I
speak with the tongue
of men and of angels
and have not charity
I am become
as sounding brass
or a tinkling cymbal
And though I
have the gift of prophecy
and understand all mysteries
and all knowledge
and though I
have faith so that I
could remove mountains
And have not Charity
I Am Nothing
Copyright © Joyce Faure | Year Posted 2022
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