The Love of God

"The Love of God" by Fredrick M. Lehman

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.

O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall for evermore endure
The saint' and angels' song.