God’s Infinite Love

Lines said to have been written by an idiot, in a lunatic asylum.
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
Were every blade of grass a quill,
Were the whole world of parchment made,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love
Of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry,
Nor would the scroll
Contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.