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...
Oh, love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song."
1 comment:
A great poem by a someone who has captured the awesomeness of his Creator. May God continue to stir your heart for Him!
JB
Ann Arbor, MI
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