Psalm 132: Refuge

• Read my Psalm 132 Meditation: The Source of All Hope
• Read Psalm 132 from the ESV

 Your servant son has built a house
     For holy God to dwell.
 Your servants place the beam and stone
     And ’cross the land we tell—
  
 We tell of refuge from the storms,
     Of famine and decay.
 We tell of holy sacred forms,
     Of love and joy someday.
  
 In this, our day of grimy life
     Our hands plunge in life’s mud,
 But in that day of broken strife
     We’re cleansed by crimson flood.