Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
This one always reminds me of the revival meeting in Flannery O'Connor's story where the little boy, Bevil, dies by drowning in the end to avoid a child molester.
No comments:
Post a Comment