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.

4 Responses to “183: Measureless & Strong”

  1. Mom:

    This is one of my favorite hymns and it is true..He cares for even me.

  2. e:

    i was singing that the other day too. 🙂

    i love the so many ways He shows His love.
    so simple, yet so profound.

  3. Angie:

    I found a heart rock in Australia and I still have it:) Very special!

  4. Becky Fehr:

    NICE pic!

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