LORD, my heart is not filled with proud ambitions;
my eyes are not lifted up
I do not preoccupy myself with heroic exploits
But I have calmed and quieted my restless soul,
content like a child
resting in its mother's arms.
My soul is like a
contented, resting child.
O Israel, be content to put your hope in the LORD,
both now and forevermore.
Dennis Hinks © 1999