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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I wasn't able to view this? Hmmm....
this is freakin ridiculous... holy moly!
Claustrophobia, anyone? I'd sooner walk than be on that train!
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