Today the orchestra and chorale performed the 4th movement of Brahm's German Requiem. It is the middle of a chiasm of 7 movements. Here were the main words of the song:

How lovely is Thy dwelling place...

It struck me that it was not the beautiful music that I wanted to hear, but whatever Brahms was referring to.

There have been times in the past when I would fixate on the music, as if that was the source of my joy...but what has brought about this praise?

When do we get to write psalms?