**AN: Prophesy adapted from Tyndale's translation of II Corinthians 13:1-3, 9-13**

Though I spake with the tongues of men and angels, and yet had not love, I were even as a sounding brass, or as a tinkling cymbal.

And though I could prophesy, and understood all secrets, and all knowledge:

Yea, if I had all faith so that I could move mountains out of their places, and yet had no love, I were nothing.

And though I bestowed all my goods to feed the poor, and though I gave my body even that I burned, and yet had no love, it profiteth me nothing.

Our knowledge is unperfect, and our prophesying is unperfect. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is unperfect shall be done away.

When I was a childe, I spake as a childe, I understood as a childe, I imagined as a childe. But as soon as I was a man, I put away my childishness.

Now we see in a glass, even in a dark speaking. but then shall I know, even as I am known. Now abideth faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these, is love.