Happy Friday. Here’s a verse from one of my favorite songs.
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 think this is one of the best renditions of the song. Ascend the Hill.