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.
~from the hymn The Love of God by Frederick Lehman
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Ouch! What happened? Poor guy...doesn't look phased one bit though, he's so tough!
Poor guy...what happened!!!
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