The love of God is greater far and than tongue or pen can ever tell.
Could we with ink the ocean fill and were the sky of parchement made.
Were every stone 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.
Oh, love of God, how rich and pure, how measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure the saints' and angels' song.
Dude. Lisa. You seriously need to update this thing. I mean, you have to let the people who care about you know what's going on in your life. Are you having good times over there in Switzerland? I'd be over there yesterday if I could. How was the New Year in Scotland? Did you see Monika? Was it crazy? Have lots of fun? Inquiring minds want to know what's going on in your life. Later on.
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P.S. I have a blogger account now that I think I may actually use.