The Love of God

 

It’s really wonderful to wake up with a song playing in your heart. This is often the case with me, and amazingly, the song always has something to do with the unfolding day. Today I woke up hearing in my heart, The Love of God.

This last verse is charmingly beautiful, it breathes life:

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.

The original poem from which this verse was adopted (by Frederick M. Lehman) was called the Haddamut, which was found on the wall of a patient’s room in an insane asylum after he had died. This Jewish Poem, Haddamut, was earlier interpreted from Aramaic into German by Meir Ben Isaac Nehorai, a cantor at Worms, Germany.