sweet love

My soul longs, yes, faints for the courts of the Lord; my heart and flesh sing for joy to the living God. Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your alters, O Lord of hosts, my King and my God. Blessed are those who dwell in your house, ever singing your praise!*

His care is above all grief. His presence is sufficient for all absence. His song is the home for which I long. 

*Psalm 84