The Love of God

As a writer, I love this last verse of the hymn "The Love of God" --


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.

Autumn has arrived...

And the weather is finally getting cooler...yay!

(Although this picturesque scene is not something I'd be able to find around here!)

I do rather miss Oregon weather at this time of the year...