Of all the languages there is not one
That speaks in perfect tone with noun and verb
To represent the essence of love won,
Or of a broken heart tossed to the curb.
Take all the words that men and angels know
And put them in the order of your choice;
Without the beat of love, without its flow,
You’d say pure gibberish in any voice.
The mind with all its skill cannot express
The language of the simple spoken heart;
When ev’ry knee shall bow and tongue confess
None understanding love will e’er depart.
Start learning now to speak the soul of love;
The perfect Teacher is the Lord above.
If I speak human or angelic languages but do not have love,
I am a sounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
1 Corinthians 13:1 HCS