How lovely is your dwelling place,
O Lord of hosts!
My soul longs, indeed it faints
for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh sing for joy
to the living God.
We are all dying.
I would prefer the end of life to come sooner and quicker.
I am not unhappy, but I am tired.
Perhaps when death is truly near I will find a second wind.
But I do yearn to be where I can hear the trumpets of the Lord.
Psalm 84
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