A simple and humble prayer full of trust, which reminds us of the serenity of a child in its mother’s arms. Is not this what Jesus praised and is God less mother than father?
1O Lord, my heart is not proud
nor do I have arrogant eyes.
I am not engrossed in ambitious matters,
nor in things too great for me.
2I have quieted and stilled my soul
like a weaned child on its mother’s lap;
like a contented child is my soul.
3Hope in the Lord, O Israel,
now and forever.
