Are we beginning again to commend ourselves? Or do we need, as do some, letters of commendation to you or from you? You are our letter, written in our hearts, known and read by all men.
Written not with ink, but with the Spirit of the living God; not in tablets of stone, but in tablets that are hearts of flesh.
The Lord is the Spirit and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.
But we all, with unveiled face seeing the glory of the Lord as in a mirror, are transformed into the same image from glory to glory,