2 Corinthians 5:4

“Like a shepherd’s tent my dwelling is pulled up and removed from me; As a weaver I rolled up my life. He cuts me off from the loom; From day until night You make an end of me.

And not only this, but also we ourselves, having the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our body.

Behold, I tell you a mystery: we will not all sleep, but we will all be changed,

For this corruptible must put on the incorruptible, and this mortal must put on immortality.

For indeed in this we groan, longing to be clothed with our dwelling from heaven,

I consider it right, as long as I am in this earthly dwelling, to stir you up by way of reminder,