Love is contagious,
Spreading like a fire.
It warms our hearts,
And comforts our souls.
Joy is exhilarating,
Bouncing through our days.
It puts smiles on faces,
And wipes tears from eyes.
Peace is calm,
Like the end of a storm.
It weathers through trails,
And holds true to its promise.
Patience is a virture,
And seems to so elude us.
But there it stands,
Waiting for us.
Kindness is beautiful,
Like fields of flowers.
It makes so many days,
And spreads its wings like an eagle.
Goodness is noticed,
Like a rushing river.
It flows without heed,
And gives life to so many.
Gentleness is rewarded,
By the hearts that it touches.
It builds our spirits,
And cleanses our senses.
Faithfulness is active,
Like the buzzing bees.
It carves whole mountains,
And drains entire oceans.
Self-control is steadfast,
Holding true and comforting the chaotic.
It binds its forebears,
And solidifies our resolution.
This is the fruit of the spirit,
The gift of grace and salvation.