I'm lacking patience, barely kind,
yet that's what love demands.
I'm jealous, pompous, proudly puffed;
love slipping through my hands
Sometimes I'm rude and self-concerned;
my temper's quick to blow...
I'll brood for days; in many ways
I'll let my anger show
And yet, love asks me to be more;
sets childish ways behind...
helps me to grow in grace and truth;
love knows I'm partially blind...
You see I'm slow to understand,
but love will never fail;
though many things will pass away,
I know love will prevail.
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