last song syndrome

bits of lines from Fr. Arnel's "How Lovely is Your Dwelling Place"

even the lowly sparrow finds a home for her brood
and a swallow a nest for herself where she may lay her young...

blessed are they whose dwelling is your home...
blest are they refreshed by springs and by rain
when dryness daunts and scathes...

i would forsake a thousand other days anywhere
if i could spend one day in your courts belong to you alone
my strength are you alone...

how lovely is your dwelling place...