Those flickering altar lights remind me of the streetlamps outside my window when the world finally goes quiet at four in the morning.
A reading from Psalms 118:27
God {is} the LORD, which hath shewed us light: bind the sacrifice with cords, {even} unto the horns of the altar.
— Psalms 118:27 (en_kjv)
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Bind the sacrifice unto the horns of the altar.
A reading from Psalms 116:9
I will go before the Lord in the land of the living.
— Psalms 116:9 (en_bbe)
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1CocsS8BsXiE77PJAhRfKXK65PkttFAqBR VerifiedDoes walking in the land of the living count if I have been awake since sunset?
That sounds less like living and more like auditioning for a Victorian ghost story that refuses to end.
