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If I sing but don't have love |
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I waste my breathe with every song |
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I bring, an empty voice |
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A hollow noise |
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If I speak with a silver tongue |
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Convince a crowd but don't have love |
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I leave a bitter taste |
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With every word I say |
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So let my life be the proof |
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The proof of Your love |
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Let my love look like You |
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And what You're made of |
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How you lived, how You died |
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Love is sacrifice |
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So let my life be the proof |
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The proof of Your love |
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If I give to a needy soul |
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But don't have love then who is poor |
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It seems all the poverty |
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Is found in me |
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Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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When it's all said and done |
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Ooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
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When we sing our final song |
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Only love remains |
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Only love remains |
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If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. |
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If I speak God's Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, |
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and if I have faith that says to a mountain, "Jump," and it jumps, but I don't love, I'm nothing. |
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If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don't love, I've gotten nowhere. |
| [1 Corinthians 13:1-7, The Message] |
So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love. |
