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Sep 2016
... the prophet is a fool,
the spiritual man is mad...
Hosea 9:7

The lyrics of this sacred song
Were not childlike scrawl
They were elegant cursive
Cultured and small
They were found by a Madman
On an Asylum wall
They were written of love
From the All in All:

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

Unknown


This poem was penned
By a deft, determined hand
No one knows to modern day
Was it writ by Angel? Man?
There is yet no doubt
It was part of God's great plan
And yet many do not see...

They still cannot understand.*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/17/2016
The Love of God
Attributed to
Reverend Benton Vespew Ellis

This part of that song was written on the wall of an asylum. The author is unknown.

Its almost 2:30 in the morning, and I have to get to sleep. This song just keeps playing in my mind. It is quite beautiful. There's a lovely rendition by MercyMe. You can view it on YouTube. God bless you all!

♡ Catherine
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