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