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