‘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. O love… Read more »

‘He loves me He loves me; Jesus loves me. He loves me He loves me; Jesus loves me When I’m sad, He loves me. Even when I’m bad, He still loves me. And when it seems no one cares for me, I talk to Jesus He loves me. He loves me He loves me; Jesus… Read more »