Psalm 78:69

The day rained chaos down on me,

The tasks went on and on,

And every chance I had to laugh,

Was very quickly gone.

But, I held on to sanity

By knowing I’d soon be

Before the alter you had formed

In my sanctuary.

How can I watch the rising moon,

Or see the morning sun,

Without rejoicing in your work,

The marvels you have done?

Far longer than this day’s dismay,

A mortal’s atonement,

Will the creations of your hand

Remain your testament.

Psalm 78:69
He built his sanctuary like the heights, like the earth that he established forever.