This
Psalm was written by someone who feels far from home. He's crying out 'from the
ends of the earth'. It just feels so awful. And it should.
What
does he want? He wants a 'rock', something solid to stand on; 'refuge', a place
of safety; 'a strong tower', from which to defeat his enemies.
For our psalmist friend, these all point to toward something else, something more precious: God's tent, the place of God's presence. That is the true home for this saint and all God's saints.
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