fimmtudagur, ágúst 24, 2006
Love
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,
I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal...
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it
does not boast, it is not proud. It is not self seeking,
it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs...
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.......
(Corinthians 13:1,4)
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