The Corinthian Ode 13:13
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 or 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
One day I'll see his face so clear
faith and hope and Love remain
The greatest one of these is Love
Based on Corinthians 13:13
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2016
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