tinkling cymbal

Father God I am longing to go back to my childhood ways. I still want to think like a child, Imagine like a child, have an innocent conversation as a child, understand as a child, I no longer want to put away childish things? I want to play! I want to see my face in a glass, and imagine my face...

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not...