If I have faith in all its fullness to move mountains but without love.
Then I am nothing at all.
Faith and love seldom fit like a glove.
They often wait for a spirit given call.

Lucky the man of little belief
He need set no example.
But if like me you are a walker in the lowest foothills you will not come to grief.
You can rest awhile at the entrance of the temple.

But if love and faith test,
Then so does hope.
It is a lifetime battle without rest.
Often downwards not upwards tends the slope.

But we are not asked to be the victor.
It is enough to have tried, not with ourselves to be ever more stricter.