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beautiful 
Covered in leaves 
Dumped there by a fiend 
Oozing with black ink
I am your parchment 
You are my quill 
Imbue your memories onto your canvas 
Talk

Still put the ink to the parchment
My feather quill dipped, letter sealed is in a secret compartment
Indica resin in the sink of the apartment
But they

even then
And use our breath to write Your love

Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the sky of Parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill

The Love of God

MercyMe

Spoken For

2002

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

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

I bumped my Inkwell
And watched it spill
Upon the parchment
Where I used my quill

Called it a masterpiece
'Cause it's the only way to say

To tell

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Cold winds
A cold front
Cold flows
Air Max and some cold garms
Knitted Patta sweater
I'm old at heart
So I spill this ink and quill
You best

Cold winds, a cold front
Cold flows, Air Max and some cold garms
Knitted Patta sweater, I'm old at heart
So I spill this ink and quill, you best

and strong
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song

Could we with ink
The ocean fill
And were the skies
Of parchment made
Were every stalk

the carnage
As we tower over 'n' over power
Crush 'n' disrupt
The hours are still devoured
I got the quill, I got the parchment 'n' I got the ink
As quick

see
I would take a quill n parchment
A scribe I would be
If only I could share this vibe that I feel
That would make all your dreams seem so real
If

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 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

understanding, I feel again. 
How to scratch the pages of a quill pen. 
Scrolling through time after time. Parchment dilapidated books. 
Like obsessed with

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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

tablets
I quill, I pen, I ink
Call it whatever you want, I'm just a wordsmith
And don't confuse me for a prodigy 'cos I'm not
And I am not a genius either

and strong
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song

Could we with ink the ocean fill
cnd were the skies of parchment m,ade
Were every stalk

will resound the whole earth round
The saints and angels song
Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every star

and strong
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song

Could we with ink the ocean fill
cnd were the skies of parchment made
Were every tree

The saints' and angels' song
Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made
Were ev'ry stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by

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

and strong
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song

Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk

to fulfill
He even let me use his favorite quill
Spilled ink all over the parchment
My wrist was so tired
Still I came back the next day
As he required

cries Hallelujah
Oh my God how can it be
How great is your love for me

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
cnd were the skies of parchment made;
Were ev'ry