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.
O love of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song.
F. M. Lehman
"But God, being rich in mercy,
because of His great love with which He loved us,
even when we were dead in our transgressions,
made us alive together with Christ
(by grace you have been saved),
and raised us up with Him,
and seated us with Him in the heavenly places
in Christ Jesus,
so that in the ages to come
He might show the surpassing riches
of His grace
in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus."
Ephesians 2:4-7
"But God, being rich in mercy,
because of His great love with which He loved us,
even when we were dead in our transgressions,
made us alive together with Christ
(by grace you have been saved),
and raised us up with Him,
and seated us with Him in the heavenly places
in Christ Jesus,
so that in the ages to come
He might show the surpassing riches
of His grace
in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus."
Ephesians 2:4-7
We are loved, greatly!
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