but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away.
Then the moon will be confounded, and the sun ashamed; for the Lord of hosts will reign on Mount Zion and in Jerusalem and before his elders he will manifest his glory.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child; when I became a man, I gave up childish ways.
For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood.
For our knowledge is imperfect and our prophecy is imperfect;
Not that I have already obtained this or am already perfect; but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own.