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!
I enjoyed my visual meditations on one of my favourite Psalms this afternoon. I get to be the little bird, raising her young in the Presence of the Most High and making this her great habitation.
How lovely is Your dwelling place!
