Psalm 25
Streetlights
3:02Psalm chapter 131 A song for pilgrims ascending to Jerusalem A psalm of David 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 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 O Israel, put your hope in the Lord— Now and always