So mothers are a special race God sent to earth to take His place, And mother is a lovely name That even saints are proud to claim. A sister shares Your hopes and fears, feels your joy and sheds your tears, is always there to lend a hand, to listen and to understand. If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love,I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perserveres. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.