Living a single day free of you is a day spent in vain. On my own, I’m but a lost boy, searching for purpose under rocks and pebbles. Does it come up from the ground, a thing to be picked up and say we have found? How then can I leave you aside as I pursue?
Spirit, I need your comfort and reassurance every day of my life. My heart is weak, it can fall for anything.
Clear out this filthy temple and make it a place fitting for your dwelling.