The Love of God

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell;
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to the lowest hell.

Could we with ink the oceans 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 oceans dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.