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, Tho stretched from sky to sky.

This verse from a favorite hymn was found scribbled on the wall of an insane asylum after the patient had died.  Even insanity cannot stop the love of God from reaching the human heart.