This song in this post ran through my mind a good bit while we were at the ocean.
This verse from The Love of God did too.
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 forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.
Frederick M. Lehman
Just to gaze across the vast ocean and picture it full of ink and every man and every quill and it would still be a completely impossible task to write out God’s Love.
AND if you COULD do it, the parchment sky couldn’t contain the words.
CAN. NOT. Comprehend it.
LOVE OF GOD.
Washing in wave after wave after wave. Never ending. Never drying up. Never running out.