"Though you speak with tongues of angels," was said so long ago,
If love is not the motive, baby, you're evil as our foe.

There's not a man who can't withstand the sacrifice of glory at God's own hand.

Oh.

I don't care if you prophesy or have the power to heal,
If his love does not abide in you, what you do is not real.

All you do is make the noise,
You use the gifts just like toys,
All you are is a sounding bell with no love.

You might be fooling everyone else, but you're not fooling me,
You might even think you're fooling God, but, believe me, he sees,
Don't be a fool - God is not mocked, and whatever you sow you'll reap,
Let God change your heart, don't conform to other's ways.

Don't let your heart remain where it is: in a garbage heap.