Thursday, May 20, 2010
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.
This is one of my favorite hymn passages. It always makes me tear up.
I needed a little encouragement today. Anyone else?