I have come to the conclusion that one of my favourite theologian is Gloria Gaither. The more I hear her speak and look at her poetry I have to say I don’t see many people with that depth of thought or understanding. Her husband with her of course are known for music and a particular style of music, but on her own Gloria is an exceptional speaker with a rare standard of spoken word. She’s incredibly articulate.
Listening to her recently, she spoke at some length on the skill of being able to take words and pen them in such a way that it causes us to pause and to be captured by someone else’s imagination. She used this song as an example and particularly pointed to the words, “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…”
A gifted scribe is Gloria Gaither, and if you have ever song her song “I then shall live, you’ll appreciate what I’m saying. For now here’s the song she referred to.
The love of God is greater far
Than tongue or pen can ever tell
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to the lowest hell
The guilty pair, bowed down with care
God gave His Son to win
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin
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 of God, how rich and pure!
How measureless and strong!
It shall forevermore endure
The saints’ and angels’ song