Sunday, September 4, 2016

Bread for the Journey

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.
                                           The Love of God | Frederick M. Lehman


Susan said...

Such dear words of keep in your heart!

Allie-oops Designs said...

Love that SO MUCH!!!!!