The Love of God

 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,

Tho' stretched from sky to sky.

-Third stanza from the hymn "The Love of God" 

by Frederick M. Lehman and Meir Ben Isaac Nehorai

Been chewing on that word picture lately. Seriously, can you imagine it?

Amazing.

If anyone out there in internet land has awesome typography skillz and could make me a sweet print out of that text, I would love them forever. Those words are worth hanging on your wall, people.