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

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

When it’s all said and done…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

The Gospel is a message of love…

Lord, let my life be the proof of Your love…