The Soul That Consumes Itself for God's Presence, Psalm 84:1-2
How lovely are your dwellings, Yahweh of Armies! My soul longs, and even faints for the courts of Yahweh. My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God., A pilgrim's body fails on the road to the temple — and the failure is the worship.
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