Little Pink Church in the Wildwood
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Although I speak in tongue of men and angels I’m just sounding brass and tinkling cymbals without love. Love suffers long, Love is kind! Enduring all things, hoping all things, Love has no evil in mind. If I had the gift of prophecy, and all knowledge and the faith to move the mountains; even if I understood all of the mysteries and I didn’t have love, I’d be nothing. Love never looks for Love its not puffed up or envious or touchy. Because it rejoices in the truth and not in iniquity. Love sees like a child sees. As a child I spoke as a child, I thought and I understood as a child. But when I became a woman, I put away childish things. And began to see through a glass darkly. Where as a child, I saw it face to face, now I only know it in part. Fractions in me of faith and hope and Love. And of these great three, Love is the greatest beauty.
This quilt was sold on the first night it was shown to a couple about to be married and hangs in a private residence in Raleigh NC