Greg Parker 24.01.55-16.05.14 - page 5

APrayer for
OmyGod!OThou forgiver
of sins, bestower of gifts,
dispeller of afflictions!
Verily, I beseechThee to forgive the sins
of suchashaveabandoned thephysical
garment andhaveascended to the
OmyLord! Purify them from trespasses,
dispel their sorrows, andchange their
darkness into light. Cause them toenter
thegardenof happiness, cleanse them
with themost purewater, andgrant
them tobeholdThy splendorson the
– ‘Abdu’l-Bahá
Though I speakwith the tonguesofmen
andof angels, but havenot love, I have
becomea soundingbrassor aclanging
cymbal. And though I have thegift of
prophecy, andunderstandallmysteries
andall knowledge, and though I haveall
faith, so that I could removemountains,
but havenot love, I amnothing.
And though I bestowallmygoods to
feed thepoor ... but havenot love, it
profitsmenothing. Love suffers longand
is kind; lovedoesnot envy; lovedoesnot
parade itself, isnot puffedup; doesnot
behave rudely, doesnot seek itsown,
isnot provoked, thinksnoevil; doesnot
rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the
truth; bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things.
Lovenever fails. Andnowabide faith,
hope, love, these three; but thegreatest
of these is love.
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