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.
Hey guys! I’m running a Goodreads Giveaway for my book this month. Stop by and enter if you like, and you could win a free paperback! (Entries are limited to the US for this one.) If you’ve never checked out Goodreads before, it’s a great site for book lovers and completely free to sign up. Good luck! 
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