dave kennedy photography

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've always loved the visual of this verse in this wonderful hymn.  It reminds me that God and his Love is far greater than what my simple human mind can comprehend.I have never been one to lift my hands in Worship, but this would be one of the few songs that can do it.

Because of this, to me, the opening image on this page, is one of the most spiritual-stirring images I have ever taken.

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.