The Love of God

There is an old familiar hymn we used to sing a lot in church when I was a kid growing up. A note below the title said that the last verse was found scratched on the wall of an insane asylum, found after the resident of the room where it was had died, and was removed from the room, or cell. It was thought to have been written by him in one of his sane moments. It was never attributed to him by name. But apparently, someone did some research on that poem, and it became apparent that the insane man must have read and memorized it some time in his past, and scratched it on the wall from memory. It was actually part of poem written by a Jewish man named Meir ben Isaac Nehorai, in the year 1050. Here is that verse:

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.