Edition 44-Wednesday’s Word
August 25, 2010 | My Jottings
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.
From the hymn “The Love of God” by Frederick Lehman, 1917
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