A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem
1 Lord, my heart is not proud;
my eyes are not haughty.
I don’t concern myself with matters too great
or too awesome for me to grasp.
2 Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself,
like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother’s milk.
Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
3 O Israel, put your hope in the Lord—
now and always.
V 2 Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself,
like a weaned child who no longer cries for its mother’s milk.
Yes, like a weaned child is my soul within me.
This is a wonderful picture of peaceful contentment and trust – the child who has been satisfied with solid food at last! And where does that contentment come from in the rough and tumble of our daily lives? It comes from humility and a degree of acceptance that there are things beyond my comprehension in my present situation. There are so many ‘Whys?’, so many inexplicable events and seeming tragedies that dog my footsteps and shout at me at that God doesn’t really care. All I can do is to declare ‘I will put my hope in the Lord — now and always.’