In the grandeur of deeds, a symphony of might.
A soul striving high, bathed in radiant light.
Yet, if love's gentle whisper remains unheard,
All endeavors falter, like a song deferred.
Gold may cascade from the hands so free,
Charity bestowed with a generous decree.
But devoid of love, a mere clang of sound,
A hollow echo on life's sacred ground.
In faith's ascent, to the mountain's peak,
A fervent flame, a passionate streak.
Yet, without love's tender, guiding hand,
The summit reached is but shifting sand.
What value in sacrifice, if love's not the core?
A banquet laid bare, an empty store.
For in the absence of love's gentle grace,
We stumble in darkness, a fleeting chase.
So let love be the anchor, the compass true,
In the verses of life, a melody anew.
For in 1 Corinthians 13:3, we find the key,
Love, the essence, a true legacy.
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