My heart is not proud, Lord,
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me
But I have calmed myself
and quieted my ambitions
I am like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child I am content
Israel, put your hope in the Lord
both now and forevermore.
1 comments:
Crazy. People have been a choosing a Psalm to read every week in our Housechurch. Last night someone chose to read this one.
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