Song Of Love

By this shall all men know you are My disciples

If you have My love for one another

A lvoe that suffereth long

And seeketh not its own

But a love that sees the good in others

Love is Patient, Love is kind

And when it's done wrong, love is blind

It envies not, there's no jealousy

This love divine that comes from Me

Oh it's bearing all things, believing too

Hoping always My love endures, it's true

Rejoicing not in iniquity, oh My love

Rejoices in the truth it sees

Though I speak with tongues of men and angels

And I give My body to be burned

If I do not have this love

That comes down from the Father above

Then it's fruitless, dead works, it's worth nothing