Sunday, December 11, 2011

1 CORINTHIANS, FAITH, HOPE, LOVE

Though I give all my good to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned and not have LOVE, it profiteth me nothing.

Though I speak with tongues of men and Angels, and have not Love. I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)