Psalter Project - At Rest

LORD, my heart is not lifted high
And I do not raise up my eyes
I'm not concerned with things beyond me
Which are too marvelous, too great for me

Rather, my soul I've calmed and made still
Like a weaned child on his mother rests
Like a weaned child my soul is in me
Hope in the LORD, Israel, now and always

Written by:
Derek Moore

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