Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the sky of parchment made,
If every stalk on earth's a quill
and every man a scribe by trade.
To write the love of God above,
would drain the ocean dry
None could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky.

For I am persuaded that
neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers,
nor things present, nor things to come,
nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature,
shall be able to separate us from the love of God
which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:38-29

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