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.
I was singing this hymn this morning, and when I was out in the yard yanking dandelions my fingers stumbled upon this heart shaped stone. He loves and cares for even me.
This is one of my favorite hymns and it is true..He cares for even me.
i was singing that the other day too. 🙂
i love the so many ways He shows His love.
so simple, yet so profound.
I found a heart rock in Australia and I still have it:) Very special!
NICE pic!