The Love of God

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 stanza that we sang so often was originally found scribbled on the wall of a patients room in a mental asylum. Frederick M. Lehman then added the first 2 stanzas to make the song whole. The love of God holds no boundary to anyone. This child of God who scribbled this verse has understood perfectly how uncomprehensively vast the love of God is.

So how bout you? It is Passion Week. Thought about God's love lately?

If haven't, better start now then. =)

God Bless!