Smiling as a child reads slowly,
Slower than you could yourself,
Charity suffereth long.
Not snapping back when someone snaps at you,
Being patient when people have had a hard day,
Charity is kind.
Being happy when someone does better than you,
Because you see how happy they are,
Charity envieth not.
Shoveling driveways early, before anyone would see,
Letting the service be an anonymous surprise.
Charity vaunteth not itself.
Admitting you are wrong,
When your pride wants to put up a fight.
Charity is not puffed up.
Mowing a neighbor’s lawn when they can’t pay,
Serving then when that service can’t help you,
Charity seeketh not her own.
Seeing the child of God inside the addict,
The saint inside the sinner,
Charity rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth.
Mary’s Son in the garden,
Bleeding and praying to do his Father’s will.
Charity beareth all things, believeth all things.
The Man dying on the cross
Forgiving those who tortured and killed,
Charity beareth all things, hopeth all things.
The Christ, living to bring you and I
Back home to live with Him.
Charity never faileth.