Love suffers long and is kind;
love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;
does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;
does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;
bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.
Help me to grow, for You give the increase.
Your Light shines into my darkness, exposes my weaknesses. Part of me wants to hide, because it hurts. Molding hurts, sharpening hurts. But in the end, if I can be more like You, I know that would be salvation.
I am not my own. Let me get over myself. Let me get over me, and be Yours.
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