For The Love Of God

Published: Aug. 9, 2015, 10 a.m.

b'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,Oh love of God,how rich how pure,How measureless and strong,It shall forever more endure,The saints and angels song.- Frederick Lehman'